Keizaan is the last to go up to his room, smiling slightly as the disks spin upward with their passengers. Finally he steps on and speaks his name, a bit dizzied by the ride but amused. He frowns though upon entering his room. "Not as comfortable as I'd have liked. Smaller than I'm used to......but, well, I'm sure father slept in worse places while he traveled. And a military camp can't be any better." he mutters.
Keizaan places most of his gear in the closet for now, removing his armor and weapons except for one throwing axe, but keeping his belt pouches, then heads back to the exit. "Uh.......down? Floor? Ground?"
Whenever he gets back to the ground level, Keizaan asks "Is there time for me to check on my horse?"