"I remember saying something about having the coin," is the objection he finally voices as they consider the small room. He doesn't even sound dismayed, really, just resigned. Of course Ellis's preferred inn was built by dwarves. If this weren't Ellis, he'd strongly suspect this to be a practical joke.
"I can sleep on the floor," he returns, already helping himself to a towel that'd been offered to keep them from dripping all over the already tight space.
is not calling Ellis a liar, but is inviting the concept into the room. He towels off his face and hair, leaving the latter an unruly mess, his neck, and his hands before he attends to the matter of his boots. No point tracking in more water and grime.
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"I can sleep on the floor," he returns, already helping himself to a towel that'd been offered to keep them from dripping all over the already tight space.
heheheh
"The beds were proper-sized, when I was here last," Ellis says, a mild defense. "They might have run through those rooms before we arrived."
Or their hosts just weren't so concerned with Holden's comfort.
Setting down his own satchel, Ellis begins carefully peeling off his sodden coat. They're resigning themselves to this, so.
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is not calling Ellis a liar, but is inviting the concept into the room. He towels off his face and hair, leaving the latter an unruly mess, his neck, and his hands before he attends to the matter of his boots. No point tracking in more water and grime.