First things first, I need to stuff my bag of holding with enough food and booze to last a long time while I am flying out of this hell hole and into a real city. Smiling at the nice ghost lady and apologizing some more, before scampering off and out of there before she starts crying like some sad, pathetic ghost lady. Teats bouncing as I make my way back through the common room, up the stairs, and into my room. Ignoring what ever nonsense Mister Fluffypants is doing, to collect my gear and put it on.<strong>"Time to leave Mister Fluffypants! These people need a real savior, and I don't want to be here when he shows up and demands that I put on clothes!"</strong>