"Does anyone know why the ghosts can't come in here? Seems strange they are all over outside, but no a one inside. Have you encountered any suspicious people?" Myfanwy questioned the Inn Keeper after Meg's interrogation, finding it odd--or beyond her understanding at least--that the specters weren't slipping through the walls. She tossed one of her braids back over her shoulder and eyed the man surreptitiously, trying to measure his trust, then added, "and, uh, is the ale on the house as well?"
Fighting made her thirsty.