I said as I forced a genuine smile. This dude creeped me out and I couldn't help but think Pharoah must be a bit unstable himself to have this man as his scribe.
The man kept looking at the piece of paper in his hands and muttering all kinds of strange things under his breath. With the same smile, I waved him towards the stairs, "Please follow me. We have a very comfortable, clean room for you. And I believe you will find the price reasonable."
He followed me up the stairs, mumbling about the god's and a shoe and finding someone. I showed him to his room and gave him the usual speech about enjoying his stay, if he needed anything, blah, blah, blah.
He took a seat in a chair at the small table provided in every room and I quickly headed for the door, then I heard the scribe call out to me, I grimaced as I felt myself slowly turning toward him. "Yes?" I said in my most buisness like manner.
His eyes seemed normal, as if he were in a state of clarity, "What happened to your hair?"
I felt myself blush, as I put my hand to the frizzy patch of scorched hair and I grinned sheepishly, "Just a small fire...nothing to worry about." I practicly ran to the door, shutting it behind me and hustling down the stairs. When I hit the landing, old guy looked up at me while handing me his empty cup, "That's one crazy guy!" I took his cup and headed for the bar to refill it and called over my shoulder, "Crazy isn't the word for him."
I refilled old guys cup and took it to him, "Hey, do you know what a skank ho, is?" He thought for a minute scratching his chin filled with gray whisker's, "I'm not sure, but, I think it might be an exotic flower."