3-011: At the Large Hunting Lodge
The man you spoke with some hours ago is a lot more grumpy now than he was then, having been woken up by your arrival in the lodge’s foyer; it may be worth noting that the doors were unlocked. He informs you that the kitchen is closed.
Richard is still out in the Crawler fooling around with his luggage or something. After a quick trip across from the vehicle park through the bitterly freezing wind, whoever here who is doing the talking can make an influence roll against a suitable social skill to lighten the Lodge Manager‘s mood. In the absence of such a mood change he says standard rooms will be ʄ120 per night, or he has a luxury suite for ʄ250.
“I’ll take a standard.” I ready my money card, pay when possible, take a key if granted, head up stairs to bed.