“I can’t corrupt what’s already corrupted!” he replies, getting to his feet with a wobble. Oof, Qinghe wine is always stronger than he remembers. “I’m going to get us our rooms.”

He nods and prances off, trying to buy two separate rooms but unfortunately being met with the news - all rooms have been sold, save one. Rather than risking having to traipse around the alleys of Qinghe to find another tavern, in his infinite wisdom
Nie Huaisang snatches up the last room and returns to where Pagan is sitting.

“There’s just one room, but we’re already slumming it, it shouldn’t be too bad.”