'Tis a far smaller dwelling than our apartment in the sky, but there is a bed and a washroom, and good food to be had at the tavern below. One cannot ask for more.

[ And so he begins the trek to the city, away from the crypts and into the wide expanse of the salt flats of Loch Seld. There are some creatures lurking about, things made of stone that seem as harmless boulders until they move, but they keep their distance. It is well and truly dark by the time they pass through the city gates, the steel still warped from the Alliance assault some moons ago. Darker still when they arrive at the modest little inn X'rhun has called home these past few days. ]

I could probably sweet-talk the innkeep in to letting us take our supper in our room, if you would rather.