Fine by me, as I drag out what ever stuff I put out of my back out into the hallway before putting them into my lovely bag of holding. I don't care either if Mister Fluffypants wants to stay in a town filled with depressing ghosts, as I stuff everything back in there and head on out of the Inn. Looking about on the streets and wondering where the local market is, so I can fill up on food and booze for the long trip. Teats bouncing even more as I pick a direction and saunter down the road, using my new sensitive kitten nose to pick out any food scents in the air.<br/><br/>(28 know local to figure out where a market would be located.)