Roy was carrying Fionn over his shoulders as team ACLM walked into the dorm room that had been assigned to them. The man was heavy, but not overly so. A bit over 200 pounds wasn't much by hunter standards. Even if, for a hunter, Roy wasn't very strong.
He plopped Fionn down on the bed that ostensibly belonged to him. They hadn't decided on beds yet, it just seemed like a good one to plop him in.
"Pick your beds, everyone. There's three left. If you wanted this one, well, hope Fionn doesn't soil himself in his drunken stupor, eh?"
((OOC: Sorry for the crappy post. I don't have a lot of time tonight and wanted to get this up.))