Bode's face becomes very serious.<br/><br/>"Come to my mill tomorrow morning.  I cannot do my work, milling grain to flour, due to a plague of rats.  Now, I myself have no money to pay you.  But the mayor may be willing to send some gold your way.  With the rats, there is now flour.  With no flour, Melner's bakery cannot make bread.  With no local bread, food is more pricey.  What Oprah has here is the last of the bread, but you'd not know it to look at her."<br/><br/>As though on cue the halfling woman approaches the table with a smile.<br/><br/>"Can I get y'all anything else?  Rooms," she says glancing toward Glenda, "5 silver per person to bed in the common room, 1 gold per person for a 6 person room.  Y'all could pitch together and share a room, if you've a mind.  If you wish more privacy it costs 2 gold for one of our private rooms."