Kyrus smiled back at the large brute. He couldn’t take a hint but maybe he had his uses and he nodded. The two of them lifted the chest and it was easily moved up the flight of stairs. As they stopped Kyrus looked for both the most easily to defend, but not facing the most obvious outcropping of the main street. After selecting the second farthest room he told him to place it in the corner and when he had he pulled a key ring from inside his cloak and flipped threw them, stopping at a large but unadorned key, and opened the largest chest. Inside, a backpack was slightly being crushed between the inside end of the chest and another slightly smaller chest inside. Kyrus looked at the half-ork and gave a playful smile. “Keeps out less persistent thieves.” Selecting another key, he opened the second chest to revel an assortment of clothes and other useful items to pull out a trunk. revealing yet another smaller chest inside, this one well made and crafted of metal.
Kyrus placed the trunk to the side of his bed and lifted it, four legs folding out to form a small table like apparatuses. Opening it from the top middle, it unfolded into a sizeable table filled with beakers and test tubes, a side of it filled with various plants and substances. As he began fiddling with it, he spoke over his shoulder. “Thank you for your assistance, my friend. But Im fine from here on. I did eat earlier, so feel free to join the others…” then Kyrus stopped dead in his tracks.
His stomach growled loudly.