Jarod smiled down at the woman and gestured up the stairs the two winged men had gone up.

"I ran into three of your ... guests ... on my way in," he said. "They certainly seemed to be expecting me, even though I can't remember having been in contact with any of them before." They also had wings on their backs and were confused about some Christian myths.

They were posing as a hotel, were they? A dangerous game they were playing for sure. "And yes, I think I would like a room. "A small vacation would do me good, too," he conceded. "What kind of rooms do you have to offer?"