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Chapter 7 by Icanhaznamepls Icanhaznamepls

So what's the plan?

Upstairs it is

"Upstairs sounds good babe! Maybe we can find a nice comfy room to, er... keep you safe"

He smiles to himself, grabs the meat off you, and takes a massive bite as he talks

"Lead the way, lets go as far from the door as possible..."

The sounds of battle are now raging outside, and you suddenly remember to dart behind the bar and grab the big ring of keys for the place - that will come in useful - then head towards the back where a mediocre staircase heads up to the first floor.

He follows behind, looking the place over in a pretty disinterested manner, still chewing on the meat

"I'm Brad by the way"

You roll your eyes but he doesn't notice. Of course you are. You put on your best pathetic damsel voice again.

Thankyou so much for helping me Brad

You pass the first floor or basic rooms, then as you start up the small stairs to the 2nd floor you hear the front door crash in and quicken your pace.
Finally at the end of the corridor on the 2nd floor you reach a doorway to one of the fancy suites that you know is unoccupied currently, and slip in the key. You both tumble in, then close the door behind you. Phew. You are panting. Though more from fear and excitement at the new turn of events than actual exertion - carrying plates around all day means you're relatively fit, for a low level npc.

You sigh for a moment, then look around.

Brad is wandering around the room looking very happy. There's a huge 4 poster bed with some sort of blue velvet curtains, a large mahogony wardrobe, chest of drawers, window out to the front of the building, and then an adjacent washroom with sink and bath. You happen to have picked the fanciest room in the place, where the players with more money than sense stay. and All the furnishings are very luxurious compared to what you're used to.

"Sweeeeeet. This is a nice room babe. Good choice... Hey! How about some of that wine?"

You hand him the bottle and he takes a swig then profers it back to you.. Well why not? Despite working here forever bizarrely you've never actually tried any of the drinks before - you drink a large mouthful. It tastes sweet and warming.. You start wondering what previous you spent their time doing in this place?!

"So how long do we have to sta--"

You suddenly both stop silently, thinking there was a noise outside..

Is anyone there?

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