Berma started at the outburst, her hand already outstretched and waiting for her room key.  With a sigh she pushed away from the counter, lumbering over to the scrawny magician and crossing her arms.  She had quite the odd look on her face, though it was difficult to tell what it was meant to convey.<br/><br/><em>"Weren't ye just off ta yer room a second ago?  Where's this whore o' yers?"</em>