While Druid Girl was busy scarfing down her meal, both the archer and the lizard took their respective turns speaking to the innkeeper. When the nomad asked for food, the man just grunted in response, before disappearing and returning with a similar collection of food that he had given to the caramel nature-wizard prior. At the comment about sharing a room, the fellow just shrugged his burly shoulders.

"She's paying for the room, can squeeze in anyone she wants, s'long as she keeps payin'." He replied uninterested.

At the lizardman's request for a room, the man raised an eyebrow though. Obviously, he wasn't used to having such... [i]Exotic[/i]... customers. Still, he grabbed the coins without a second thought and went back behind the counter, returning with a small, wooden plaque that had a string attached to it. There was some kind of symbol painted on it, a circle with a an 'x' inside of it. He handed it over to the lizard.

"Pick any room on the second floor, hang that on the door handle. Keeps people, 'specially drunks-" He looked over at the sad sacks still asleep at the bar. "-from yanking at yer door in the middle o' the night when they go crawlin' back to theirs." Apparently, the little wooden sign acted as a 'Do not disturb'-talisman or something...

Once this was done and over with though, the master vanished back into the back room, seemingly content to leave his cutomers alone. Druid Girl, at this point - with cheeks puffed like that of a chipmunk with a fully stuffed gob - turned to her companions, munching happily with sunny eyes.

"If you wanna clean up or get a drink before you go to bed, there's a well out back behind the inn." Albeit, it was a bit tough to hear what she was saying, what with the chewing and muffled sound from having a mouthful of food...

The midnight snack eventually was devoured entirely, and a vcery, [i]very[/i] pleased Druid Girl smiled happily, as if she was the very embodiment of positve energy - food really seemed to be her source of happiness. After politely calling out that they were done eating, Druid Girl led the two others up the creaky, slightly splinter-covered, rough-hewn staircase to the second floor. It was as unassuming and unremarkable as the first floor, with slightly more creaky and uneven floor boards. Several doors, perhaps about a dozen, lined a long hallway ahead. The small wooden plaques that had been given to Lizard Fighter hung on only a handful of them.

"Well, my room is near the end of the hall here, come on." She said, grabbing Archer Girl's forearm and leading her along, before stopping briefly and turning to face Big Red. "Oh! And good night, Big Red! We'll see you in a few hours. Sleep tight." She kept her voice down a bit, to avoid disturbing the other patreons. After all, these people had probably been sleeping for quite some time now, and having some noisy youths jabbering just outside your door might not exactly be something you'd want at this hour.

Moving on, the two girls entered one of the rooms near the very end of the corridor. Walking in, the nomad would behold what a lesser inn's rooms were like, which was to say; Tiny. It was a very tight room, with one narrow bed, a single flimsy wooden chair and a small nightstand. There were no decorations, no mirror, no superfluous things at all. And, as it were, all the other rooms were pretty much all the same. In her room though, Druid Girl had some clothes neatly folded on the chair, along with a small pack leaning against one of the walls - seemingly full of plants, leaves and roots. The bed looked.... Simple. A simple wooden frame with straw and hay, covered by a sheet to prevent prickling. Once the two were inside, the druid closed the door and locked it, then proceed over to the chair.

Rifling through the little pile, she pulled out a thin, long nightgown-like piece of apparel. It was white, and a bit transparent, but it still functioned as a pajamas.

"You want to wear this while sleeping? The rooms can get a bit chilly, windows aren't exactly well-fitted." She glanced over the small, square window near the head-end of the bed, looking at the cracks that were almost big enough to squeeze your finger through. "I'm fine just sleeping as is, so don't hesitate if you want it." She smiled, laying the piece of fabric down over the chair so that Archer Girl could grab it if she wanted it.

After which, the druid unceremoneously removed her bandeau and undid the belt on her half-skirt, causing it to slide off onto the floor with a soft flop. Kneeling down, she undid her sandals and then picked up her dirty, still-a-bit-bloodstained-clothes, folded them up and laid them down on the little table. Now almost completely buck nekkid, apart from her rather white panties, the girl moved over to the bed and, unbothered, laid herself down, scooching in towards the wall so as to make room. Even with that though, it would be rather tight for two people to share. Druid Girl, however, didn't seem to care the least about this, having already laid her head down on the lumpy-looking pillow and letting out a yawn. She was, thankfully, being somewhat modest and at least covered her chest by folding her right arm over it. Looking over at the archer with sleepy eyes, she spoke.

"Well, hurry up now. I'm guessing our big friend's the type to be an early riser." She let out a slight, quick laugh, before turning her head back and closing her eyes, breathiung softly.