[color=ff9900]"Might I help you with this ?"[/color] Batharyn had noticed that something large and heavy had to be inside the bag she was carrying around on her back. It certainly couldn't be comfortable, especially for a woman he didn't consider to be physically strong. He said this while they were walking through the main hall, allowing his master to see and hear how helpful his auxiliary was for his paying guests. However him helping her had another side effect: As his hand reached forward to support the heavy bag from below while not entirely putting it off her back, his fingers could effortlessly fiddle around and analyze what could be inside it once they were out of everyone's sight. He was very good at doing this, anticipating which move could cause a suspicious noise that had the potential to let the victim take notice of his action. 

[color=ff9900]"Good word with my master ? If you want my advice, then don't do this. Just... don't!"[/color] Batharyn had held back these words until they had left the wooden stairs behind them and were standing in front of the door that led to her room and even then he only spoke them out with low volume. His hand had finished its work, but the result was inconclusive. What kind of weird stuff was this woman carrying around ? Well... if she claimed herself to be a real soothsayer... what could he expect ? Anyway there could be precious metals or other valuable stuff in there, in one form or another...

[color=ff9900]"It's a room with a single bed and a large window. I hope you'll like it ?"[/color] Smiling, he pulled out a ring of iron keys. Most of them were in a similar state of decay as the halfway rusted locks they fit in, but Batharyn's master constantly insisted on keeping the room's locked even if they currently weren't occupied. Too great was the threat of a bandit climbing up and coming in through those windows...