*skeptically* Dude. The guy's hands are all fucked up—no Alm-pay, no Ank-way? Pretty sure Bubbles wouldn't appreciate us turning up with porn and a hooker.
*snorts* Are you seriously knocking...? *as some confused-looking Fountain staffer opens the door* Well, whaddaya know. That's some service. *tromps into the main foyer with you, looking around as though expecting Ecthelion to materialize out of thin air* Right! Where's your boss, you lot? We've got official business. And stuff.