"Just down this hall and to the right." The butler said. Perhaps someone might notice his shadow was moving while he stood still. The butler had certainly noticed the owlman.

Meanwhile, Mikkish explored his room, finding all too familiar clothes in the dresser. His clothes, which he had left in the hotel room before coming here, even the bra from a girl he had been with the night before. Even a small plastic bag with barely a few hits worth of pot, which was his.

Who was doing this? A powerful cultist mage? Or was this some mindfuck from someone who had been watching him? Why were these things, hiw things in this room?

Suspiciously, Mikkish began moving down the stairs. His ass if their wasn't cultists here. These other guests were probably part of a trick, by the cultists who were getting smart.

Little did he know, that if the other guests checked their roomz, they too, would find all too familiar possessions in their drawers.