Andrew managed to lug his gear to the in with help of a undead servant. He pondered if he should give the man, or what was left of the man, a tip or not. He decided to error on the side of giving thanks and saving the coins for the inn.

The inn was, well, rustic. Not many people came to the inn. But it was clean enough compared to the barn he slept in last night. There was a bed, wash basin, clean water, and a fire place. When asking about a key, he was told that his stuff would be safe and there was no need to lock the doors. The town had its own way of dealing with thieves and the tone indicated that if he was a thief, he should refrain from practicing his craft here. Andrew felt little comfort in the assurance. 

He took the stone out and asked if anyone was selling stone like it. He got some shrugs at the in and the shop, he politely asked a couple miners who laughed at the worthless junk he was holding, and finally, he went to ask the man sitting on the grave stone.