[There's a protest somewhere in Credence, the wisp of his upbringing telling him that accepting charity makes you lesser, but he swallows it down.]
I'm not much help on that front. [He remembers, vaguely, someone saying something about a . . . cauldron?] There's an inn, I think? It also serves food.
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I'm not much help on that front. [He remembers, vaguely, someone saying something about a . . . cauldron?] There's an inn, I think? It also serves food.