“Why do we always stay at places with skulls on the signs?” the wizard sighed into her cup.
“Can you think of a respectable hotel would allow a party of four heavily armed, blood stained wanderers to stay the night after a long day of slaughtering?” asked the fighter.
“Point taken.” The wizard looked to the cleric for help, but he studiously avoided her gaze.
“Also,” the thief piped up, her face covered in red sauce, “There’s hotwwwiiiiiinngggggsss!!!!!”