[color=fff79a][i]"Fine. You loot too, kid."[/i][/color], Horus said to Edoric, dismissing his question and heading over to the abandoned concierge desk. Busting the drawers open, Horus was able to retrieve metal room keys, phone numbers scribbled on stained paper, a bag of discarded trail mix, and a cigar. Lighting the cigar with the matches in his pocket, Horus smoked his worries away, allowing the disturbed Brandon a moment to get drunk and for Edoric to do whatever the hell he wanted. Yet, his mind was gnawed at by an unending worry. His 6th sense felt something otherworldly, almost omnipotent. [color=fff79a][i]'There's someone outside...'[/i][/color], he thought, crouching by the back door. [color=fff79a][i]'Their most likely coming through the back.'[/i][/color], Horus figured, drawing his Combat Knife and preparing his offense.