The Sawyer is the preferred hotel of the political and consulting classes of Sacramento. On any given night, visiting politicians, lobbyists, and business dignitaries can be found in the lobby, at the bar, on their way to their rooms to sleep and dream of tomorrow's deals and conquests.
Accordingly, Milton is familiar with the establishment. He's taken a few meetings in the hotel's various rooms (with the living and the undead) and closely attended to their differing amenities. It's why he's chosen it for his rendezvous with Alder Soldier Quartermain (and Quinn Durant before him). Further, it's how he knew to book this room in particular.
The furnishings are modern, but understated. A wall of windows provides a view of downtown Sacramento that almost makes the city's skyline seem impressive. It's no Boston, of course, but still.
The living room, where the meeting proper will take place, boasts a large couch and two, comfortable chairs. A ridiculously oversized TV, currently turned off and looking like a giant, black mirror, is mounted on one wall. Across from it is hung a large piece of abstract art, which Milton does not attempt to understand.
The Whip of Lords is currently admiring the view. Unblushed and unimpressive in a bland, blue suit. Awaiting his guest who, thanks to Milton's most recent communication, will know to acquire his room key at the front desk.
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