While inside his room, Kiral enjoyed a nice smoke as he sat on his bed, leaning against the head post. His head whipped around as the door creaked open, hand on his weapon. In walked the owner, carrying a nice-sized satchel and a big smile on his face. "I'm not actually sure what you're using to smoke over there, so I brought one of my spare pipes that I haven't used before. Here, try it out." Kiral took one more puff before putting it out in his empty mug, careful not to destroy the filter. "Actually, do you have any papyrus, any scrolls or posters you have no use for? I prefer to wrap it in those and smoke it. I tried pipes before, and they just don't do it for me." The bear was confused, but left the room and brought some wanted posters back with him. Kiral took the butt that he had smoked down during dinner and licked it with torn pieces from the poster, creating another, though discolored, cigarette. Kiral took it to the candle and puffed after lighting it. After a nice and deep inhale, he let out a large smile as he exhaled a large cloud of smoke, "Whoo, yea! That is the shit!" The bear and Kiral laughed and smoked together for the rest of the day until sunset. At that point, Kiral was finally drowsy enough and fell asleep. The old bear left the room, laughing and carrying several pitchers that used to have beer in them. "Whew! It's been a long time since I've had so much fun with another person. I-" Before he knew it, he took a sucker-punch to the face from his wife. "You bumbling idiot! Do you know how busy it has been all day!? Everyone came here for a feast and celebrate the heroes, and the staff and I ended up doing everything ourselves! Now you march down there and take care of ALL the cleaning, including the dishes, or else you're sleeping outside in the dirt!"