Uriel smiled, relieved that Joan apparently didn't hate her. Yet, anyway. Heading for the front desk, she began looking at her papers for a free room for Joan.

"The rules are quite simple," she said. "Don't hurt anyone and don't destroy anything you can't fix. Aside from that, there aren't rules, really. Just stand the people around you and don't cause trouble. If you fight too much, you'll get kicked out."

She looked at the paper in her hands. "Would you like a room next to Mictain's?" she asked, figuring the saint would say yes.