Either some random weirdo who worked here would clean it up or one of the 'guests' would or no one would and it'd actually be an improvement to the carpet.

"Stimpak," he corrected, less of a chastisement and more of just a sharing of terms. Potions were from like stupid stories about witches or whatever that no one really ever told because they weren't actually that scary. "In this world? Yeah not so much. Haven't seen a single one. There's little bits of medicine and stuff but nothing like what I'm used to."

He cocked his head to where Darryl was. "You wanna get your room key now or wait until after drinks?"