Zahir plunked down some coin at the innkeeper's bar. The innkeeper barely looked up, but did grumble something at Zahir as he took the coin. One of the ladies sitting around the tavern with a scar on her face walked up to Zahir and slapped him hard across the face and stalked away in a huff, spewing obscenities all the while. Zahir leered as she walked away, then roared with laughter as he started up the stairs to the rooms. He picked one of the rooms that still had a functional lock and inside latch on the door. It was good enough, at least the straw mattresses had been stuffed recently. An old clock sat on the small nightstand, and there was a washbasin and several towels hung up on the other side of the room. The one window overlooked the entrance to the inn, and this window still had the glass in it. Zahir chose the bed nearest the door. He didn't like surprises, so if someone tried to break in, he liked to be able to bite them as soon as they opened the door a crack. He figured the wolf would appreciate the window. Zahir threw down his stuff on his chosen bed.