The innkeeper is a portly, mustached man, only a little taller than Chess; for once, someone non-dwarven she can meet almost eye-to-eye. He looks rather surprised at her request, especially since she's asking for one bed, for her, Urlag, and, presumably, whoever else he sends up. Despite this, though, the sight of the gold, which he does a quick check on, to verify that it's real, has him bowing and scraping, to serve her every whim. "Yes, ma'am, right this way. I have just the room for you. Ahh, I'm afraid it does have two beds, but we can easily push them together for you, if that would be to your taste," he says, quickly, as he leads them upstairs.<br/><br/>Sure enough, it's a fairly large room, complete with its own fireplace, a wolf-skin rug laid out in front of it. Two beds, larger than a single bed, but not quite a double, take up most of the room, the rest filled with a table and two chairs, and some simple storage furniture. Hardly palatial, but certainly quality.