Book never was a fan of hotels, and this one was no different. When it came to looks, Book didn't care if he was sleeping on a 600 thread count Egyptian cotton bed, or a pile of straw. What really bothered him were the smells. Dirty laundry, old rotten bed sheets, left over trash from careless guests. All of these served only to irritate Books extremely sensitive nose. Of course this hotel had a much cleaner set of scents, which would have been acceptable had the lobby not reeked of bleach. Bleach was all he could smell, it was as if the room had been drenched in it, and Book was having a real hard time to keep from puking.<br/><br/>"Hey, could we maybe get a move on, I'm have a feeling that I'm going hurl all over the floor here." he spat to no one in particular, with a thick Chinese accent, hardly even noticing that he had done so. He leaned against the wall next to Valoren, and while doing so caught the other hounds eye, which were staring right at his scars. "What, ain't ever seen a man with few scars before?" His voice was layered with a dense Boston accent, which actually didn't sound too out of place. Some people would think that his frequent change of dialects were on purpose, but it was merely out of habit, so much in fact that he doesn't hear his diverse set of accents at all.