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The man smiles and gets you all to sign in. He then rings a small brass bell, and hands you a key saying, "Excellent I'm sure you'll most comfortable, the southern room has a fine view of the ocean. Lunch is served through these double doors to the left until 2pm so you have plenty of to settle in and freshen up. Chakari will be along presently to guide you to your suite he'll also take you on a tour of the facilities should you desire. Ah there he is. Chakari please escort our guests to the Seashell Suite."

The man nods and continues looking through the books, "Oh you might be in luck! The Andorann delegation had to cancel, the Seashell Suite is available. It's a mid sized suite, some of you will have to share I'm afraid. But if that's acceptable, it's available 10g per night although I'm afraid we only rent it out for a minimum of a week. Of course all meals and the bar are complementary, you'll have use of the pool. Should you like to venture out our concierge should be able to arrange fine dining in town, or perhaps you'd like the opera or to see a play or maybe arrange a guided tour of the interior?"

The man blows his checks out and makes a hmming noise, "One, two, three, four, five of you right? That's going to be tricky, the entire city is full to the rafters. Well I'll see what I can do." He starts paging through a large ledger of some sort.

You walk in to the large and richly appointed foyer. The walls are oak panel with several tasteful paintings, and the floor is a subtle mosaic overlaid by beautifully woven rugs. Ahead is a large mahogany desk. Behind it a well dressed portly man, with a neat goatee and an impressive turban coughs discreetly and rises to get your attention, "Sirs? Madams? May I be of assistance?"