With the small changes made to the staffing, things were going much more smoothly at the Dollhouse. Next door at the Inn, which someone had named the Lycan's Den, complete with a Lycan on the wooden sign outside, things were somewhat less smooth.
Those who knew that it wasn't worth fighting for a room at the best hotel had come here first, and found that while the restaurant wasn't open yet, the magic of the tavern had made the Darklight Host's own Divine Cooking version of Elven Wine and Dwarven Ale, plus a black rum that would be popular with sailors.
So, while they could check into the tiny rooms, and they did, few of them even went to check the room, and simply packed the tavern to get a drink and share stories of the dungeon.
That braggadocio was what Andrea was counting on to loosen tongues and get her the information that she wanted.
