The four had chosen a small passenger room. The room was rotting so it didn’t amplify your words. There were no windows, and the only source of light was a rune that glowed brightly. The door had a rotting lock that didn’t keep out trespassers, but at least, the door was so rotten that no one could hear through it. It had hay on the floor, where passengers could sleep on, and a flat piece of slate to eat on. When the door was shut, Kikaz asked Nero “Why did you give the merchant 50 golds?” Again Nero hesitated again, before replying “What you see may not be spoken of with anyone but us.”