Chapter Eighteen
Accommodations
The room was dirty with two small windows, barely more than arrow slits. Ragged hammocks hung on three of the walls and a large pile of hay graced the center of the room. Three wooden dressers sat on the floor, one by each hammock. Hoggle gestured grandly as he entered, "And here's the ambassadorial suite!" He pointed to her left. "You're there."
Resigned, she stood her suitcase next to her dresser. "Only three, um, 'beds'?"
"Ludo prefers sleepin' there," Hoggle replied, pointing to the hay.
"And his dresser?"
He gave her his most amused grin yet. "Ludo don't wear clothes."