When the bar closes, you head upstairs to your room for the night. You booked the “economy adventurers” suite. The beds are soft wood planks with loose feathers for pillows. The suite comes with a jar of “quest juice” that tastes like water with bits of jam scooped into it. (Not stirred.) There’s a rat in the room, but he’s very polite and offers you a bit of gruyere.
You didn’t get into adventuring to be comfortable. You here to have fun with your friends and avoid going to monk school. So far, your mission has been a complete success.