The Lord made his way to the Lobby, to check the first arrival, he saw an angelic figure talking to the ghost bouncer he had put outside at the lobby's entrance. 

"Let him in you useless dimwitted bag of rudeness, can't you see our guest is tired?"

"But my High Lord, this is not exactly a monster is he?" The ghost murmured.

"Don't ever judge a book by its cover," The Lord looked at the young boy then welcomed him to check into the hotel. 

"My Lord?" the ghost hesitated to ask.
"What is it? I need to attend to the Party's preparation."

"What about this box? The stamp says it is ..." the Lord interrupted the ghost's blabber and yap as he went over and picked up the box. 

"You may manifest yourself now, and WELCOME! Though I question your means of travel you cheapshit," the Lord laughed.