Kit listened to the Goblin expectantly, carefully avoiding any eye contact that might have been made while the barkeep was between cleaning glasses. "Oh." She muttered, "A communal room, huh?"<br/><br/>The wizard's apprentice frowned. Money wasn't an issue... and sleeping with a bunch of strangers in the room kind of frightened her. Who would take a bath among all those other people? She was cold and a hot bath tempted her... but Kit would have died of embaressment. "As for rumors..." She began, but was interrupted again.<br/><br/>Kit listened in turn to Iothir, then to the large-bosomed woman asking to buy their own room... at any price. She meekly turned back to the goblin, "Um." She began, "I'm looking for someone who might have a recipe book. For potions. A very old and... thorough one."