With a slight bow, the Raven motioned that Mad as Hell and his group should give up their bags to the night porter who had just come on for his eight-hour shift. The Raven spoke from behind the desk, with the amber light throwing a dark shadow from his hulking body, save for his luminescent eyes and large beak.

         Come one and all, and there's room for all.

 He had a bit of a lisp which made him sound like he was recovering from a rheum.

         Masseur, how good to see you and your cohorts again.

Mad as Hell gruffly replied

         I expect the usual impeccable service…and the suite. Par usual, masseur, please allow the Porter to help you with your suitcase, ahem, duffel. To ensure no interlopers, I will collect the newly minted invitations to the Jubilee; your party should have them in their vestments.

There was a flurry of activity, where the Angry Honey Badgers regrouped so they could fish out their invitations from their sweat-soaked 'vestments,' the only legitimate proof of having been invited.