~She stops digging through her cloak and looks at him, defeated.~ "All right then." ~She finally finds the correct pocket and pulls out a pouch. A small scrap of paper lies at the top written on it was the number of gold remaining last time she counted.~ "One-fifty." ~She recalls Mistral paying thousands of gold for potions and the like. She looks back to Deiter.~ "On me." ~She whistles for the propetier, offering extra gold for more comfortable furnishings.~
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OK now... Let's just be like in the game where it says: YOU HAVE RESTED FOR 8 HOURS.

Then we can go plunder some rich guy's tomb.)