Sherlock took his suitcase and shouldered his bag and walked inside, looking over his shoulder to make sure that John was behind him. He walked up to the front desk and talked to the man behind it in Parsi. He was calm at first, but then started to get more.. animated. Finally, he turned back to John.

"I'm sorry. The reservation was messed up. They have one king bed for us." He sighed. This was only their first stop, and only for a few days, before they went out into the desert, but still, it was going to be... awkward.