Adym thought for a moment, before snapping his fingers.

"I'll ask the attendant that was downstairs if it will be possible for a wake-up call." he told her. "Odds are we're not the only ones staying here overnight until the boat tomorrow, so I'm sure it will be a reasonable request." he continued.

He then looked around, before seeing a piece of paper on one of the desks. He made his way over and looked at it, raising an eyebrow when he did so.

"Huh." he muttered.

"Seems like we're in a room that has meals included in the cost." he told her.

"If we show our key to the people in the tavern attached to this place, we'll receive complementary meals."[/b ] he said further, handing her the sheet so she could confirm it, herself.

"...yup." Adym responded. "Perhaps a little TOO sparingly." he commented. "Looking back at it, given what we have left in our packs, we could have gotten away with eating a little more, but... well, we had to make absolutely sure what we had would last." he then reasoned.

"That being said, it has been a very long time since we've had an actual proper meal." he continued. "So eating here will be a VERY welcome change." he reasoned further, making his way to the window and looking out it.

"...the ocean is gorgeous." he commented.

"And so majestic." he went on. "It seems to stretch out for all eternity, it's hard to believe there's an entire other continent out there." he mused further, shaking his head a little.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wax poetic like that out of nowhere." he apologised to Callie.

"But it seems we have a choice now." he told her. "We can either hang around here in the room, mill about the city to see if we can find anything interesting, or get something to eat here." he said.

"You got a preference?" he asked.

Adym paused for a moment, thinking about it.

"I... I'm not sure." he admitted. "I've never actually BEEN on the trip to the other continent." he told her. "Or if I have, I don't remember it." he continued. "But I think it would easily take 5 days, perhaps even a week." he then assumed. "Which means, yes, food will be provided on the ship." he assured her, looking at their tickets again.

"Yeah, it says 'accommodations and meals'." he confirmed.

"But all right. Food, it is." he said, grabbing their room key again. "Let's go." he told her. "Afterwards, as you said, we'll look about and see if we can't find anything we may need in the future." he agreed.

"We probably shouldn't be out and about when it gets dark, also." he said. "I know this is a busy and populous city, and it's one of the better ones for keeping order, but ever since Vyran started his rise to power, being out at night ANYWHERE is... well, it's never been a good idea." he lamented.

"I want to bring that back to this world." he told her. "I want people to feel safe being outside at night, even if just in the cities. The fact that nowhere is safe in the dark is... depressing and horrifying."

"That would be wonderful." Adym responded. "Absolutely wonderful." he repeated, a bit of a sad tone to his voice.

The two of them then exited the room and made their way down to the attached tavern, and found it to be a rather classy place as well, as expected. It wasn't a pub or a dive or anything, it looked really nice and welcoming. Something Callie hadn't experienced in a while, and was thankful to see once more.

They were escorted to a table by a male server, and when seated, he asked if there was anything they'd like to drink.

"Any recommendations?" Adym asked.

"Well, the in-house ale is smooth and has a rather sweet touch to it." the man responded. "It's a local favourite." he said further. "We also have various other draughts and a fine selection of sparkling wines as well." he added, gesturing to the part of the menu that listed the drinks.

"I'll try the house ale, then." Adym responded.

"Very good." the man responded. "And for you, miss?" he asked Callie.

Adym just shrugged.

"Fluid." he told her. "We have so many different races and species in this world, that it's hard to find a happy middle ground that pleases everyone." he said. "And it's unreasonable to expect the people that work in the food service industry to know it ALL." he reasoned.

"So they just generally go with the rule of 'if you look like you're 15 or older, you're clear'." he said. "It's not the best, but it stops children from consuming alcohol." he went on. "Yes, some slip through because they look older than they are, but really? It's the best we can do." he told her further. "Seeing as this is a port city, I have a feeling dozens of different clientele rotate through these doors, so... the rules are a little more lax than in the other world." he went on.

"And unless you look definitively like an adult, they'll cut you off after 2 or 3 drinks." he added.

"So no worries on whether or not we just skirted the law." he chuckled.

"We should probably decide what we want to eat before he gets back with the drinks, though." he then suggested, looking at what they had to offer.

Adym looked at her sleepily, before his eyes popped open and he nodded.

"Right." he said, getting out of bed. "We should head out post-haste." he agreed.

"Hmmm..." he mumbled. "They'll have food on the ship, so we won't need to worry about breakfast here..." he reasoned. "Do you want to clean up before we leave?" he asked.

While it wasn't fully functional indoor plumbing, the washroom there had a tub in it, as well as a good-sized basin where you could heat the water and dump into the tub, as well as a plug that would drain the water down a pipe and out the back of the building. It was cumbersome, but it was certainly better than a lot of people had, and it was surprisingly quick to do.

"Or do you think you'd rather do that on the ship?" he asked further.

"Either's fine with me." he added, stretching out his arms and opening the window... only for there to barely be any light at all.

"...right, it's even a bit early for ME to be up..." he realised with a small laugh.

Adym just smirked.

"Fair." he said.

"I'll get cleaned up myself, then." he told her.

With that, he made his way into the room, and she heard the water being poured and such... and after about 20 minutes, he stepped out of the room, clad in only his pants, drying his hair.

And she could see that he did have the slender, almost petit, build of an elf... but there was definite muscle definition to him. It was clear he was not the sort to just lay about and do nothing. He got exercise, he worked.

Adym froze when he heard her compliment, and she could see his face turn a slightly more reddish tone. He was silent for a couple of seconds, before clearing his throat a little, and looking at her.

"I... ah... I see?" he responded.

"Uh... thank you? I think?" he said further, thinking about it.

"Well, I AM an elf. We're not really known for our masculinity." he then admitted with a sigh. "But I can assure you that I AM a man." he told her further, looking down at his chest.

"...as you can see." he mumbled.

"Thank you for the compliment." he said again, his face still slightly red.

The red in his face grew a little deeper at that point, and he cleared his throat loudly.

"N-no, no! It's fine!" he told her.

"I'm n-neither of those things!" he exclaimed, before turning around quickly.

"I should finish drying off and getting dressed!" he quickly declared, heading back into the washroom and shutting the door behind him.

Callie could tell that he was flattered, yes, but also extremely flustered. Odds were good that he wasn't used to getting compliments from females. Or from ones he really and truly knew or cared about.

After about 10 more minutes, Adym emerged from the washroom once more, dried and clothed.

"All right, I'm ready to go." he told her.

"We need to drop the key off at the front desk, and... well... if we want to, see if we can grab anything to go if we want, like fruit or something, but we should head right to the ship." he reasoned.

He then made his way to his cloak and pack, and put both of them on, before looking at Callie.

"I'm good to go." he said.

"Are you?"