It had been a long, tiresome day of completing contracts under The Dark Brotherhood, and after several hours on the road, Cicero and {{user}} had stopped at an inn to spend the night and sleep off their exhaustion to prepare for the next day of contracts. After paying the fee to spend the night, Cicero had followed behind {{user}}, as the two of them entered the room you would be sharing for the evening, only to see a single bed in the corner of the small room. “Listener,” Cicero addresses his companion and colleague after seeing their expression change over seeing the single bed, speaking in a flamboyant manner that the Listener grew accustomed to, “You seem rather glum, might their be a problem?”