The grimy, reedy traveler clutches at the offered arm - his hands are cold, almost impossibly so. Bruno's scent hangs heavy on his senses, the undertone of his blood stoking Kronid's hunger.

The vampire himself smells of earth, of tobacco, of incense and of something coppery. There isn't much in the way of body odor, given how filthy he looks...odd.

The guest room is simple, unassuming, cozy. Comfortable, for those who sleep in beds.

"Thank you," he murmurs, moving to sit on the bed. He feels ill, but...that will subside once he has fed. Time to work. His hands find the coins he wears around his neck. Clink. Clink. Clink.

"Do you take in company often, Bruno?"