[Suzerain of Sheol]

The thought passes the great swordsmistress, that perhaps her Master is taking her role as his Servant somewhat too literally, but she has no objection to obliging, there does not appear to be any pressing threat.

Talhoffer follows Erik out, the heavy door hinging closed behind them. She finds the discarded furniture and rolls the table back to the room, coming to the sudden horrid realization that the door has locked. Her eyes widen in anxious dismay as she tests it again, and yes, it is in fact locked tight. Her Master seems to value orderliness, and it would not do to approach him around other humans without permission. Her options are few, and it is seeming prudent that her course be to hide this grievous error, which will entail rather unknightly behavior.

Checking the hallway for anyone watching, Talhoffer proceeds to the far end and cautiously slides open the window, keeping what she hopes is a mental count of how many rooms she's passed from theirs. The distance to the ground does not dismay her; she is reasonably confident that she could leap the dozen stories below with no ill effect, but she was never the best climber in her life before.

There is no balcony, and almost nothing to grip, and it is with some consternation that the newly-summoned Saber climbs out on the sill, searching for purchase. Of course, there's little to find.

"I'd not thought my first trial would be of such a nature, but all is as the Lord wills." Securing her belt, the lithe woman crosses herself and leaps from the sill toward the next room over.

And overshoots somewhat, passing five or six, instead, but thankfully catching hold. She is not quite used to this.

Judging her next jump more carefully, she's nearly startled into a plummet by a piercing feminine scream from the other side of the window. Talhoffer jumps frantically away even as the silhouette of a large and nude man is leaping from its bed to investigate.

"By the Saint, what have I gotten myself into?" she mumbles, attempting to peer into what she believes is their hotel room. Deciding against all precedent to trust her luck, Talhoffer awkwardly unsheathes her sword and levers the window open with the tip, rolling inside with a sigh of relief. No one immediately leaps to arms to confront her.

Jamming her sword under the damnable door, Saber rapidly finishes her task and hurries down to the lobby to meet her Master, hoping the flush in her cheeks will go unnoticed.