The Barkeep returned a confused look. Ghosts did not exist on Mars, and he didn't know the first time about where they could and could not go. The Bard's ghost seemed peaceful enough; she likely wouldn't leave the two somewhere dangerous, but just in case, he could keep watch and cast a Holy spell immediately at the first sign of a monster.

He did have something to whisper as the Bard mulled over her choices. "Y'know, I reckon most places will be as cold as this one, seein' that she's a ghost and all. That's kinda their thing."

The ghost, meanwhile, stood up. "Would the rooms upstairs suffice?" She had the room that used to be hers in mind.