"Wouldn't that be nice? Gods, once we reach the city, if we don't find a proper inn to luxuriate in, it'll be a travesty."

Wry amusement touches his lips, even as he rolls his eyes and gestures loosely in the direction that Baldur's Gate must lie. They're getting closer and closer every day, and he's trying not to think about that winding ball of anxiety in the pit of his stomach at the idea.

"Alas that we'll have to make do, for now."