So, here we are. You thought I was taking you home with me? I'll tell you lad, I did that once... and he never left! Well, that is, until he passed away — three years ago, almost to the day. I miss him sorely, but, Blessed Gesryma knows, I'll be joining him in the Hallowed Halls soon enough. Anyway, these days, lad, I sleep in a narrow bed. No room in it for you.

Here, help me spread this straw. It will keep you off the flagstones and there's a blanket somewhere — over there, to wrap around yourself. Good. You see the pisspot. If you need to do the other thing, you'll have to slip out to the alley. Just be sure to close and lock the gate when you return —stray dogs rummage there at night and the pigs come join them once the sun is up. I'll be back to open up when the town bell rings the matinal.

Anything else? What? A secret passageway? In this place! Your reading's gone to your head! That was a fireplace until half the chimney tumbled down. Now the owls nest there, and keep the mice away. No, the only door is the outside one we entered by. That's why nothing gets stored down here — nothing of value, anyway. Just odds and ends, loose pages, scraps of print, things I couldn't bring myself to throw away.

In the morning, feel free to poke around. But I'm taking this candle with me when I leave. A fire in this place would cost us both our heads! So, quickly now, let's get you settled in.