I couldn't hear what they were saying; some halfling in the room next door was laughing too loud about something. But from what I saw, the King of Nowhere checked in two days early. He's here, now. But he's not alone. I counted nine people there with him: Six members of the hotel staff, his dwarven advisor, his court jester, and a red-haired girl I presume is a prostitute.

Oh, not this again. This is just like when we were there to kill the high priest, and you spent the whole mission with the Vestal Virgins.

(exiting through the nearest window) Screw this! I'm not getting rubbed out by magic-wielding hookers!

**battle noises, any other lines from the comic or anything you think would fit**