Catherine laughed merrily with the little man.  He seemed to bubble with life and goodwill.  Part of it, of course, was that he was a gnome, the other was that he obviously really enjoyed what he did.  She looked around and could see why.  The inn was clean and well lit, yet cozy with all the comforts for whatever race you belonged too.  It reminded her of Frederic’s place she thought with regret, since her staying here would be a sham.  She was sure she wouldn’t find another place this nice.  At least she would be able to come and go some to keep up the appearance.<br/><br/>Henry placed a plate of the most delicious smelling food in front of her and she dug in with the hunger that only a journey can give.  His cook was even better than Frederic’s and she scraped her plate clean, considering asking for more.  She decided it was probably not a good idea, since she would need to be in top condition for the upcoming and inevitable fighting.  Drow never went down too easy and especially not in numbers.<br/><br/>After she ate, she picked up her pack and the room key, climbing the stairs to number 6.  She needed to make contact somehow with those who were hiring her and wondered where to begin.  As she stepped into the room, she was pleasantly surprised to find it not only clean, but with small touches that made it more than just another inn.   The bed was well made and the linens spotless.  She set her pack down and laid back with a sigh as she sank into the mattress.<br/>