Amal had spent their day out and about town with a sly grin, knowing just how bored or quarrelsome the guards were getting having to 'escort' them wherever they traveled to. Amal was fine following Emmaline wherever her heart desired, carrying whatever she wanted him to. He wouldn't let some upstart northern noble or his underlings take away their hard fought vacation. Her smile was as valuable as his weight in gold, and she also had a fine eye for items they would need. To his surprise, they found actual cheese and fresh fruit, something you could only really find dockside in Araby, or one of the richer areas.

After what was hours of shopping, they arrived back at the Inn to their patron's surprise. Amal gave a bow to Greta, who looked as if she had seen Settra the Imperishable herself. 

"Thank you, fraulein" He said, showing off a bit of northern courtesy he had learned. "Do bring us up some fresh steaks when you're able, and knock three times in two successive knocks so we know it is you. Never can be too careful. Sometimes men burst in and wave guns in this town, apparently." 

The soldiers looked at one another, and Greta looked nervous, as she didn't know whether to agree out of courtesy and face the soldier's anger or be discourteous to the very rich patron she had. Emmaline stifled a giggle as the girl decided what to say. "I see...erm, knock three times...twice? Yes?" She asked, moving a few strands of hair out of her eyes. "Would you like anything to drink, Master Baba?" 

"Whiskey." He replied, after giving it a moment's thought. 

With that, they dismissed themselves up into their room where Amal promptly slammed the door in the soldier's faces with a haughty nonchalance. Greta had not misled them, as the room did look quick clean save for a few small holes and markings that really didn't matter. Even if it rained it would have to pour cats and dogs to actually get any moisture within the room. Satisfied, Amal leaped on the bed back-first, like a boy just having been told his parents would be gone for a day. His hands behind his head and strong arms out wide, he sighed happily. 

"So, what do you think, my love?" He asked her, not raising his voice over a normal tone. He'd sneaked past so many doors in his life, he knew just what volume to talk where no one outside would hear. "Shall we run away into the night or bullshit our way out of this?"
[@Penny]