"Yup," she said. "Follow me."
With that, Leslie lead Temmit back to the Lobby and beyond the door leading to the guest rooms. She then led him up two flights of narrow wooden stairs and then down a corridor. The doors were all on the right hand side of them with windows, viewing the front of the tavern, on the wall to the left. They passed 3A, 3B, and so on until they got to the last room on the right, 3F.
Leslie put her hand down the front of her shirt, pulled out a key hanging on a long necklace and bent over to unlock the door with it.
"Welcome to my room," she announced in a whisper and walked in.
Beyond was a guest room one would expect at an Inn, but it looked just like it had been lived in by the typical 12-year old. Stuff was everywhere.
As Temmit entered and closed the door behind him, Leslie pushed off some clothing on her desk chair and pointed at it, obviously wanting him to sit there. She then sat on the bed.
After he sat down however, Leslie sighed and got back up. She walked over to the door and opened it a few inches and then returned to the bed and sat back down.
Temmit raised an eyebrow.
Leslie whispered her reply to it. "Whisper or not, my mother would freak if I had the door closed with a boy in here."
She then added, "Don't worry, the entire floor is deserted, we won't be overheard."