Waking up in a cage was a new sight for Broby. "Ugh.... I was either drugged, knocked out, or very, very drunk. Where am I, again?" He looked over to see many people in the cage with him, each with their own face of fright or confusion. All of them except for a guy that looked like he had some experience with him. "Hey, you. Am I at the hotel or is this a different slave trade?" Broby asked the guy (Rand) while still shaking off the grogginess from being unconscious. "If this isn't the hotel, could you please point me in the direction of it? Should have some sort of ominous presence or strange creatures wandering about it. Unless people couldn't see the hotel, in which case I am making no sense to you."