As Twik left the rooftop and headed for an inn, Jeeko followed quietly, until she stopped nearby an unfamiliar building. Of course, most buildings in Marn were unfamiliar to Jeeko, so that was hardly surprising.
To her instructions, he nodded once, taking the Bishani in his hands and - making sure that no one was nearby - quickly entered the building. The inside was most certainly worse than the outside, though one who sleeps in trees would hardly notice the dirt and the smell, the lack of decoration. What Jeeko did notice is the three men sitting at a table in the next room, drinking and laughing, voices hoarse and faces flushed. Before him was a counter, on which sat a silver bell.
Jeeko approached the counter, the slightest bit cautious, and rang the bell. From this angle, the men could not be seen, nor could they see him, but he could not help looking up at the doorway, in case someone decided to appear from within the building.
A door behind the counter squeaked open, revealing a woman who seemed to be in her late 40s. She looked suspiciously at Jeeko as she stepped through, walking up and leaning on the bench to peer down her nose at the boy, which was odd as they were about the same height. In a clearly patronizing tone, the older woman spoke.
"Hmm, yes?" she asked, "Is there something I can do for you, boy? Children should not be out so late."
It was unlikely his face being half-hidden by his hood was helping her impression of him at all, so he slipped it off, hoping she would not comment on his odd mess of hair. For the moment, she remained silent, but her eyes widened slightly as her expression changed to one Jeeko could not read well. She frowned at him deeply, but seemed hesitant, as though concerned about something.
"I would like a room," Jeeko replied, in a voice full of assurance. This was not the first time he had stayed in a hotel, after all. "How much for one night?" Then, remembering Twik's words, he added, "On the ground floor."
The woman stared silently, considering his words, with narrowed eyes and pursed lips. Finally, she said, "Sure, kid. Thirty Bishani."
"I only have twenty-three," Jeeko lied in response, hoping to do well by saving the money.
The suspicious woman looked ready to kick him out, but instead she sighed and held out her hand. "Fine. Twenty-three Bishani then. And you'd better not be up to no good, or I'll make you wish you'd never come in 'ere, y'hear?"
Jeeko smiled and nodded, handing over the money and following her as she led him to a room at the back of the building, past the drunkards (who leered at them in a way that sent a shiver down Jeeko's spine) and down a short corridor. At the door, she crossed her arms and warmed once more of what would happen if Jeeko decided to do anything to bother her or her customers, including thievery.
This last suggestion confused Jeeko, as he saw the state of the room. There was little more than a worn bed and an old, wooden table, along with a couple of mismatched stools, one of which seemed to be missing a leg. "This is good," he stated, but the woman simply mumbled under her breath and left.
As she disappeared down the corridor, Jeeko closed the door behind him and rushed over to open the window. Surprisingly, it was still in tact, but took more than a few minutes to pull open. Jeeko had only managed to drag the old thing up a fraction when he noticed Twik outside. He called her name just loud enough for her to hear and waved her over, hoping she could help him open the window.