Nina quickly paid for the three flowers using the gold coins she had collected from a previous dungeon.
The woman behind the stall accepted the payment without question, slipping the coins into a worn leather pouch as if the transaction were entirely ordinary.
Nina blinked.
"She took it."
[This dungeon must be connected to the last one we cleared. The currency probably retains its value across realms tied by system magic.]
Her Patron replied.
"Or gold's just gold. No wonder merchants in fantasy stories always demand it."
Nina muttered, clutching the flowers.
[We're not here to fund local economies. Now go. Hwan and Kevin have moved.]
Her Patron said dryly.
Nina focused and immediately felt the faint threads of energy she had anchored to her companions stir with motion.
They were close, but their flow was strange—like they were being guided, not walking of their own volition.
