After my personal investigation, my father-in-law and the shadows that he has assigned to me who turned out to be 3 people in the same age range as he was somehow ended up inside my room in the inn. They ate, slept and "worked" here for the past few days.
The four men that suddenly became part of my responsibility to feed was amazed on how I had a storage space that never runs out of cooked food and even cooking ingredients. Of course, I am not that stupid to not have them buy cooking ingredients from the market when these uncles should have more than enough money on them. At least they were not alcohol-dependent oldies that throw up around my rented room after getting wasted.
