You decide that you might as well take this opportunity to make a quick trip to the bathroom. You let the girls know you'll be back momentarily, and step into the hall. Fortunately, the facilities are close-by, and the route there well-labelled.

A couple of minutes later, as you finish drying your hands, the bathroom door swings open.

"'Bout done, then?" William Marsh says with a cheerful grin. The rather memorable form of Othrym looms silently behind him, a blond, blue-eyed slab of sub-zero menace.

You sigh. "You know, the only thing that really surprises me about this is that you didn't jump me when I had my fly open."

"'avvin' a go at someone while 'e's in the loo?" the half-troll asks, looking greener and more scowly than usual. "'ere now, wot kinda sickos d'you take us for?"

...there's really no good answer to that question.