The innkeeper at the dank, dingy, dimly lit hostel chuckles as Neroth explains to him their predicament. The man hungrily snatches up the coins and smiles a grin sporting more holes than teeth and tosses a large and clumsy looking key across the desk. "Well, not many wives come here, so help yourself. It'll cost you a couple silver extra if you need water, soap, and all of those fancies, though,"
he adds with another grin as Cid begins dragging the unconscious man down the dark hall.
The room is filthy, with dirt and worse caking the uneven floorboards. Some of the boards are even missing, you find, as Cid trips and almost dumps Xarcious. The bed is bare of linens and is stained so that you can scarcely tell what color it once was. One leg is propped upon a rough-hewn block of wood just to keep it at an approximation of level.
Down the hall, you can hear raucous shouts and laughing that one would expect in a more sordid type of establishment. The innkeeper, if a bit miserly, was honest. You can't think of a single wed woman that would set foot in this place.