Who had ever heard of monsters dealing with currency? Or talking, for that matter. Rizamelahim had her hammer in one hand well before she neared the gate, her crystal chalice held tight to her chest with the other. In all her years traveling about the world, never had she found a monster stronghold where she was expected to barter her way in. most monsters attacked regardless.

But without Mog to help carry the chalice, she would have some trouble fighting them off, especially if this one called for reinforcements. Warily she slipped the hammer back into her belt, reaching for the bag on her back.

"It can be really be anything?" she asked, pulling up a mental inventory of what items she had with her. Unfortunately most of her things were still in the caravan, left outside the woods she'd entered to get here.