"I'm afraid I don't have much to tell." He wished he did, suddenly, but there wasn't all that much. "I've been spending most of my time here. I can tell you that there's another chef, but don't expect to get anything other than chicken from him. There are a few others like him - the fellow at the front desk, for one - and it's next to useless to talk to them. They do their jobs and there doesn't appear to be any more to them."

He considered, then added, "The pantry and refrigerators seem to be restocked regularly, so we're in no danger of running out of food. And I hear that the entire Inn is nearly enough to make people's eyes bleed."