Each of the three girls, moaned and giggled at your touch. Waving you off as you went upstairs.<br/><br/>The room was a very extravagant one, with a queen sized bed, red sheets, a drawer for your personal things. A closet, a golden trimmed changing screen, carpet, full length mirror, and very well detailed art of a Drow women with a rose. When you lay on the bed, you feel its firm comfort ease you.  It certainly was a great room.<br/><br/>The moment of truth came however, when a very annoyed paladin walked into the room. His armor covered in sand, hair and face covered in dry cum, sticky and all over the place. He had a hard time walking by the looks of it. He made his way into the room and looked at you. Annoyed.<strong>"So. I hear you took care of the problem. Saved the day, killed the monster, saved the survivors and blah blah blah."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I do say I owe you an apology... I was wrong about the tavern keeper being a witch. You however" </strong>he said sternly.<strong>"Are a powerful being. An unknown entity. When I tell the guild about you, they will be none to pleased. They do not enjoy free-lancers"</strong>