Feichin was used to this treatment. Some part of his mind recognized that hell, they were probably still treating him better than he would treat them, but that thought was overridden by the simple fact that he was just<em>better</em>than them. Thus, him treating them like that was fine, it was normal. Them treating him the same, however, was wrong. Unfortunately for him, he was surrounded by these idiots, and he recognized that pointing out what was clear to him could very well get him killed, at worst. At least, it would have him without a room for the night. "He robs me and we all know it." He couldn't keep the venom out of his voice, but a moment later he sighed. He would review it again the next day, but for now, he needed a bed. "If I find lice in my bed..." He continued to mutter a string of increasingly insulting curses as he dug the money out of his purse. Of course, he could be very well making things worse for himself, but by his standards he was behaving admirably under the circumstances.<br/><br/>"And you," he turned to his rather unwilling ward. "If you want your fix tonight you had best start bringing our things up to the room." He handed the money to the innkeeper, unwilling, but at least managing to keep himself from looking disgusted at the prospect. "I'm taking a look around, come and find me when you've finished." With that, he turned to leave, heading out of the door.