Lancelot exchanged glances with his companions; this was not quite what they had anticipated. They had come here for a covert mission, and being recognized was not going to be a good thing.
"No need. I wouldn't want anyone else to know my whereabouts." Lancelot's voice, speaking in a special way that blended True Yuan into it, filled his calm tone with suggestive meaning, "Could you do me this favor?"
"Of course, of course, a guest's privacy is always of the utmost importance." The goblin nodded repeatedly, hearing in Lancelot's voice both a friendliness, as if the most trustworthy friend in the world spoke to him, and an undeniable threat, implying that a terrible punishment would follow any breach of confidence.
"We need to book a suite," Acheron chimed in promptly, "one that takes up an entire floor."
"No problem, please come this way." The goblin bowed excessively to the group. "If you'd please move this way, esteemed guests..."
