"It's called the Madonna Inn." Valkyrie replied, catching her flask. "I don't know whom the Madonna it was christened for is, either. Whoever she is, I hope she's quite proud a hotel that kidnaps unassuming folk was named in her stead."

Valkyrie turned, nodding towards the front desk where a rather stiff looking gentleman presided, ever present for his duty. "See that one. Darryl. The gentle Innkeeper. If you're here, you might as well get the keys to your room."