"Aye, I've ne'er seen you around before, so I figured you'd need a room; we've a lot o' vacancies just now, since travelers don't like to stay long these days. Our best rooms are one standard gold coin, an' the more homely ones 're five standard silver..." the innkeeper looks down, shining the bar with a rag, before finally replying to your second question. "Mmn, yeah, the old Bloomingle manor... Used to be the home of a baron an' his family, the Bloomingles. Well, they abandoned it nearly twenty years ago, when the old baron died; his wife and daughters didn't like living so far out in the woods, away from town, so they had a house built in Whistlethorp and moved in there, said they didn't care what happened to the old manor."<br/><br/>The innkeeper grabs a bottle and starts pouring out whiskey for some other patrons at the bar. "But hey there, I wouldn't go 'n visit the place if I were you; town's havin' all kinds o' trouble, 'tween that rascally cat-demon and... whatever monster is responsible for all the disappearances and havoc recently, an' everyone says it's comin' from out in the direction o' the old manor."