Well, would you look at that. Tagged rooms as far as the eye could see... Making his way down the hall of the fourth, Alexander checked for any occupied rooms... Eventually taking one some distance away. Taking up the keys, he places down his bag, taking a quick look about to check that everything was in order. Nothing spartan, nothing lavish. About what he'd expected, really. Pulling his blade back out from his things, he reattaches it to his hip, before turning back around to head out, sure to lock the door behind him and take the tag. Surely there would be somewhere to turn it in. Eventually.