You’re gonna carry it to my new room for me. I’m a guest in your home. She raises her eyebrows, waving the bag infront of you signally for you to take it.

You’re right. You’re a guest in my home. So I’m not carrying shit. You spin on your heel to stomp up the stairs, but she cuts you off by speaking

Then you can sleep in the dark

“I spoke to some previous guards of yours. Said you were terrified of the dark and needed a fire lit in your room. So are you gonna take my bags upstairs?