The landowner grumbling mostly to the point that you are not dead yet, since that means free room looting. Since who would care if you were to die. Eying you some more to make sure that you are not a zombie before shambling back to his own rooms, the best ones mind you. Meanwhile a quick inspection of your room shows the chaos left behind. Stuff is everything, with crap piled onto crap with more crap left to the side. You have no idea how much of it was actually just flew out from the windows when they exploded.<br/><br/>While you get busy kicking around the piles for anything interesting, the sword girl moans out a little in her sleep, giggling too while curling up even more on the bed.