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"night’s companionship, do you wish just for an
evening’s stay, or for the night over?”
MARISHA: No, just an hour, and then I want to be
alone, please.
MATT: That will be an additional five gold
pieces.
MARISHA: All right. Then I get really drunk, and I
go to my room for the night. Send up booze.
MATT: “An additional five silver. Just racking up
the tab, then.” The rest of you?
SAM: We’ll have a room by ourselves.
MATT: “The four of you?”
SAM: Oh, no, I mean–
SUMALEE: I don’t mind staying with you.
ASHLY: No, we’re fine, just sleeping.
MATT: “Very well, suit yourself, but I’ll be here
for most of the night, if you change your mind.”
ASHLY: Unless– No judgment if you want to–
LIAM: No, we have been together a long time, so
we’re used to–
ASHLY: Oh, you’re together.
LIAM: Sure.
SAM: Not like that.
ASHLY: Oh. Okay. I was going to say I think you
could do better, but anyway.
LIAM: I don’t know if that was called for at all.
ASHLY: Sorry.
SAM: No, you’re absolutely right. He is handsome,
and he could do much better than a little
freakshow like me. He could meet any girl in town
and sweep her off her feet.
LIAM: Shush. This one and myself will take one
room.
ASHLY: I’ll go with Nila, then.
MATT: “All right. Two per room, that’s two gold
for the group rate, so four gold for the two
"additional rooms, please.”
LIAM: I will handle the two gold for Nott and
myself.
ASHLY: I’ll do the two gold for us.
MATT: “All right.” He gives a key to each of you
for each room.
SUMALEE: Thank you. I was going to give it for us,
but next time.
ASHLY: No problem.
LIAM: Oh, boy.
SAM: What? Do you have any gold left?
LIAM: Sure, I’m good.
ASHLY: Sorry, Nott. You’re a great gal. It’s the
occasional tongue-eating, is mostly what I was
referring to.
LIAM: You know, maybe quit while you’re ahead.
Nott, come on, let’s go upstairs.
MATT: You guys all scatter to your separate
chambers and find yourselves a, as restful as it
can be given the events recently, night’s sleep.
Beau, drunkenly, you have enough consciousness to
recall eventually a knock at your door.
MARISHA: Oh. Right. I open the door.
MATT: Standing there, you see an amber-skinned