Smiling at the nice creepy ghost man, as I proceed to arm shovel every bit of dried meat and booze that I can into my bag of holding, until I fill it with capacity in my delight type II bag of holding. That should be enough to last me for weeks, as I pay the nice man 500 gold for his troubles. That is most likely far in excess of the money for all of these tasty treats and booze, but I do occasionally give to charities. Giving him a wink and sauntering the hell out of there.<br/><br/>The next big puzzle is if I should stay for the night, or get the nine hells out of there now. Cannot go back to that ghost haunted inn, especially with mister fluffypants being all mean and a asshole. Shrugging to myself as I saunter down the road to look for another Inn, purring to myself and very much glad that I am free of that bastard.<br/>