"Er, that's not quite how I make money," Averella began, blinking and uncertain quite how to deal with explaining this to Urtok. "You see, because I am quite familiar with antiquities due to my age, I tend to find a lot of rare items that I can sell. Usually that money lasts me for a while but it seems our unfortunate circumstance has brought me nearer towards the end of my money pouch. Though, I'm not sure what sort of things we can sell.. I'd have to go through my inventory first or we'd have to find a place that we could explore to see if I couldn't find some interesting things to sell."
And the more she thought it over and tapped her lip, the more she realized, "So I suppose, one could say, it is sort of like a quest, though much less dangerous than needing to find terrifying dragons to slay."
And as she poked her nose into her money pouch to count what was left, she sighed and appeared crestfallen at the results.
"We can buy about two more loaves, but then we ought to ration the rest. I'd hate to run out of money and be stranded."
Especially in such a prudent country as Connlaoth! To think, they are afraid of magics here! Thankfully, no one could guess the poor girl was a cursed girl, though the familiar itch of her decomposition began to tickle the back of her throat, but for now,s he tried to ignore it. Maybe she was just getting a cold?