"Lammy, I don't drink except for sacramental wine, so how would I know?" Lily said as she looked over the collection of alcohol. Hopestone gave her a side-eyed look, then glanced at Lammy, then shook her head. She nodded to Hopestone, who set her the same thing - she did it in fairly quick sequence, then leaned over the bar, looking like she'd been kicked by a mule.

"Hell's balls." Hopestone muttered. "Anyway, there's a staircase over that way that leads to rooms. I don't keep them locked, but there's a bar on the inside if you want some privacy, and they'll probably be more than a little dusty. Shouldn't have any rats or similar problems, though, I've hexed this place against them and anything that gets past me doesn't get past Lord Whiskers. Speaking of which if you run into a very large housecat or a smaller puma leave him be."

"For as long as you're in town I'll offer whatever help I can, in exchange I'd appreciate if you'd keep me apprised of what you find out. If nothing else I might be able to make your travels into a decent story."