For room and desk she could do much worse, and the chest was nice and sturdy.  Good; her items were of notable value and she didn't want some John or Jane running off with it, or with her work.  She wouldn't like having to unleash a frozen hell upon the city in her search to get it back.  Cleaning and then bathing, both in due order (she'd done this before of course), and the water indeed felt<em>great</em>after so long...<br/><br/>But oh, look at the time!  It was getting late and she was going to have to go soon to prepare for the night.  If she earned some cash quick enough... well, she wouldn't have to worry much.  So dressing in a new set of the same sort of clothes (save for what she could wash quickly and what was magical), she made her way - weapons and all (some men and women liked a 'dangerous' and sexy woman after all, and she'd think orcs did especially) - into the bar to look around, see if she could meet the bartender and learn his/her name, and of course see if Tira is there, that little cutie-pie!