"I know, brother Jubal.  In this way.  Mind your step." They entered the hotel suite of the large, extreme luxury sort, and Jubal was led on into a bedroom with bath; Tim said, "This is yours," put Jubal's bag down and left.  On the side table Jubal found water, glasses, ice cubes, and a bottle of brandy, opened but untouched.  He was unsurprised to find that it was his preferred brand.  He mixed himself a quick one, sipped it and sighed, then took off his heavy winter jacket.