A tall, buff, black haired man with a twirly moustache and a friendly expression greeted Sam and Fafnir.

"Hello." He said happily "Please, come in." He opened the door to a fancy, well lit interior. Too pretty to be out here with no roads, in fact.

Further down the hall, despite the beauty of the interior, something was out of place. Rather, three people were out of place, arguing about magic.

"Run from the cops, huh?" Mikkish conflicted in his mind about mentioning Templars, but decided against it. This guy was probably just going to argue there were no Templars, or magic despite clearly the fact he could teleport.

"Well, I'm off to my room." Mikkish resolved. He didn't bother to ask who was luring Blink here, mainly because Blink would probably talk a whole bunch of other nonsense.

He headed upstairs and down a hallway. The doors were numbered.

Mikkish swung open the door to reveal spacious room with a king sized bed, a television on top of a nice dresser, a mini fridge next to the bed, and the room even had its own bathroom.