After dropping Jack off in front of his door, Cain had little trouble finding his own room just one floor down. With all the ghosts flitting around the halls Cain found it a bit troublesome trying to teleport and ultimately just stuck to walking, however it was worth it when he finally entered the room and flopped onto the bed. The wendigo had to admit that despite the sheer insanity displayed by some of the patrons, the hotel was quite nice. The room had a sort of old gothic look to it, not quite Cain's cup of tea, however the bed was quite comfortable. He would've fallen asleep right then and there, however the silence in his room was shattered by a low groaning sound that emanated from Cain's stomach. Cain let out a heavy sigh, he was hungry, and not the normal human kind of hungry. The sensation in his stomach was cold and persistent. "[b]That time of the month already huh? Shit.[/b]" He said to no one in particular as he rolled off of his bed and started walking towards the door. It was a hotel for monsters, that meant that Lord Da Gravee must have had some human flesh somewhere in the building. Cain left his room and trotted back downstairs, eager to ask Da Gravee about whether or not this celebration would include meals. He could hear more sounds coming from the hotel's bar, however it seemed as though a majority of the yelling was done. 

Cain spotted Da Gravee and pursed his lips to whistle, then, remembering how one of the ghosts freaked out at him for doing it earlier, opted to just walk behind Da Gravee and clear his throat softly.