Jurante raised a stern finger at Amatea, "It's nice to meet ye lass, but lemme tell y' five things: One, I ain't drunk yet. That's a problem. Two, it ain't illegal to go into yer room and t'get yer things that y'most likely categorized and know if I were to pinch anythin'. Third, it ain't hurtin' anyone except possibly me who may fall from the window or get me arse kicked. Fourthly, who knows if the innkeeper is th'one pinchin' yer stuff and who knows who is in yer room messin' with yer things without y'knowin'. At least with me, I put m'favorite sword on the line with my word. A sword, that I may add, you can analyze while I'm gallivanting about and whose maker is embossed on th' blade herself. Lastly, I gotta emphasize it cause it's a real problem, I ain't drunk yet. So which one's yer room?"
He looked over at the man, Zear, who just approached them, "Hoy hoy. Nothin' much, the innkeeper is bein' a sod and not lettin' anyone in. I just need to pop in real quick to get her belongings and then we can take off. I'm Jurante, this is Amatea, and you are gonna join us in our next adventure t'find another inn to rest at so I can get a good drink in. Now then, miss, which one's yer room?"