"How can I say no to such a beautiful girl?" Shay and Yewbough pooled their gold, and in exchange they each received a key to their shared room. The<em>Paladin's Rest</em>was a three-storied building, and their room was on the third floor, up a narrow rickety staircase and behind an aged solid door that squeaked on its hinges when pushed open.<br/><br/>The<em>Paladin's Rest</em>once looked out over the waterfront, and each room had a balcony for guests to enjoy the fresh sea air. Now, there were several more streets and buildings in between the inn and the sea, but the balconies remained, old paint peeling off the weathered-worn rails, overlooking the busy street below. The room was furnished with what might have been the height of fashion - ten or twenty years ago. Now the furniture looked old, but at least it was kept clean and in relatively good condition: a double bed, with dressers on both sides, a writing table and chairs, with a candlestick for illumination after dark, and a tall standing wardrobe.<br/><br/>All in all, a decent room, but they were definitely being ripped off at this price.