Syrgei reaches up to open one of the cupboards above the dresser, revealing a number of bottles, mostly ales and spirits other than wine. "Help yourself." He tosses a few items from the drawer, stuffs the remainder back into the dresser drawer. "I wouldn't mind speaking to this assassin of yours. Going back might be a risk, but if anyone has been following you, it probably doesn't matter where you go. It might be worth the information. He puts his hands on his hips and looks at the bundle on the bed, having added his pistols and daggers to the pile. "I need to change."