Got out of that one nicely, Geraint reflected as he reached the fifth floor. Now let’s find that chambermaid. He checked his jacket’s innermost pocket, the one with the fiberseal just below the Gieves tag. The notes rustled reassuringly within it. Don’t know why anyone ever uses credsticks, he mused. Cash certainly seems more useful with the lower classes. Grinning to himself, he turned the corner and strode along the plush pile toward the "Rooms 510-518" sign, all fake gilt on fake hardwood.