"It really is!" Jack replied walking with Jill up to the reception desk. Jack listened to the ding of the bell fade and waited patiently for a few minutes for someone to show up. When no one did, he hit the bell again a few times becoming more and more impatient. "Where is the Receptionist? Or that, that person, you know? the one that is supposed to take our bags!" Jack took a few paces into the middle of the lobby. Looking up he saw several floors above come to an open point in the middle of the inn where banisters led around to repeating staircases. "Fancy..." He murmured.