Jeil shrugged his shoulders. "Guess you're right. This place is as good as any to spend the night." He laid down the man he was carrying. "I was never very good at interrogating people...I'll leave it in your hands." Turning to Pixie, "maybe you could...<em>persuade</em>... him to talk. Though to be honest, after what we did to his companions, I think he'll be spilling his guts if we ask him nicely." Jeil grinned. Turning around, he headed for the stairs. "Meanwhile, I'm going to go find a room upstairs to sleep. Wake me if something happens."<br/><br/>Jeil walked past the inn keeper, and he could feel his eyes upon him as he went up the stairs. He looked around and found that there was no one else staying at the inn. All the doors were unlocked, but closed. He pushed the nearest door open. It was a typical room with a bed and a table. He pushed another door open. The exact same room.<em>Strange, I don't remember ever being in an inn with rooms exactly the same...</em>He continued to open doors left and right, and all the rooms were identical to the first. Finally, he came to the end of the corridor. There was a door at the very end. Jeil put his hands on the knob and turned. It was unlocked. He slowly pushed the final door open...<br/><br/>(OOC: It seems like I know where this story is going doesn't it? Guess what? I have absolutely no idea. Simply borrowing from previous motifs. If anyone wants to spin something out of this, by all means do so. Otherwise, I'd have to think more...oh noes. :-))