Alyera, agreeing to the plan, waits outside the hotel for a few minutes, for everyone else to get situated. After staying as long as she can stand, she bursts in the door, carrying her supplies in her arms.
"Oh! Oh!" She pants, and collapses on a chair, looking for the count's men. "So... heavy... Could I get some help from some of you gentlemen?" She asks, as nicely as possible.
Rolling for Guile to get one of the off-duty bodyguards to help me: (1d20+5)