Salvation Outpost

The evening winds down and your bellies are full. Earic and Gzizmix return from the hotel bath house clean and refreshed. You would almost swear they were actually streaming. Around you, there’s a few couples lounging, immersed in conversation. Here and there, lone travellers enjoy a night cap. You begin to wrap up your own relaxation time.

The hotel tavern staff announce that closing time is approaching and Earic settles your tab with the bartender. Others in the room follow suit and you make your way through the lobby to an enchanted lift manned by a halfling bellhop. As the doors close, Malbor is reminded of his levitating table top as the halfing takes the platform up into the building.

A few moments later, the lift’s doors open to a hallway with red carpet, golden yellow walls and dark brown stained wood doors. Earic shows to your rooms, all in a row, letting everyone know where each will be staying. "I made sure we all have the same view.", Earic says with a smile. Inside the rooms, they are similarly decorated in red, gold and deep rich browns. The rooms are simple, but comfortable with cozy beds, a writing desk and wash basin which keeps the water magically warm. You peer out the window and the view doesn’t disappoint. The Starilaskur Lightning Rail station sits a few stories below. A lonely rail flashes purpleish-blue as it departs to the west. In the cityscape around you, the elemental powered streetlights dim slightly as the city itself seems to be settling down for a night of rest.

You lock your doors and put out the lamps. Gzizmix and 37 join Earic in a double room. Earic settles into his meditative state, preferring to rise early. 37 sets himself up in a strategic corner for his sentry’s rest. All is quiet as you settle down for the night.

Looks fine to me. :)

The last of the group doses off, leaving 37 in his sentry rest. Resting, but aware. He watches the door across the room. Gzizmix sleeps soundly, likewise Core in the adjacent room. Earic is deep in his meditation. He knows the half elf will finish his rest before everyone else. A few hours pass with no issue.

A click is heard, followed by the faintest breath of wind. The hotel room window has opened and a shadowy figure silently slides into the suite. Seemingly unaware of the warforged presence in the corner, the figure stealthily, noiselessly, approaches Earic’s bedside.