Nartholan nodded, even though he didn't have any idea what a 'dollars' was. He pulled out a few coins from the pocket of his less than familiar coat. Said coins had mined from the southern regions of his homeland and were made of pure gold; they did the job in most situations and he didn't have to worry about a shortage given his master's abilities. "Would these work?" he asked. Hopefully they took gold around here, otherwise the resource situation would prove more dire than he could imagine. [i]Either folks around here are poorer than dirt, using mere paper for goods, or they have mined up every last bit of useful resource to be had...[/i] Of course, even if so, there was still the world's inherent magic capacity to be had.

He didn't know for sure, but he felt more than just one pair of eyes on his back that moment...