...Well. First something he was currently counting off as a hallucination, and now... this. The man was wearing a pair of jeans and a vest, sure, but there was no hide nor hair of a proper shirt, and the scratches on his arms certainly didn't speak of a reputable man. Nevertheless, Artemis had learnt better than to disregard people at teh first glance. Better hide his true reactions until he had figured out whether he could benefit from them.

"Good afternoon," he said. "Might I ask what exactly is this place? At the village I was told this is some form of a hotel, but..." But there was certainly more to the place than just that.