Nodding, D'aden remarks, "I have always wondered about minotaurs. Would the tongue be considered beef, or not?"

Grunting, Olven twitches his mouth in mirth. The thought of chowing down on a minotaur’s tongue both revulses and intrigues him. He imagines the taste to be akin to rotten beef jerky. ”I don’t know about that, D’aden, but they’d gladly toss you in their stewpot if they could get their hands on you. But small chance of that happening. They’d have to overcome our weapons and spells, and that would take more than a few minotaurs and trolls.”

Turning to the dancer, Wolf asks, ”It sounds like you know quite a bit about this area. Would you be interested in joining our group when we travel to the palace? You’d be eligible for a full share in whatever treasure we discover, or you could ask for a flat fee to cover your risk. My friends and I are formidable adventurers, and we have great experience in dealing with all manner of threats, both natural and supernatural.”

Frowning, he considers the matter of currency. They have money, but their gold is of little value here. ”And do you know where we can convert our money to the local currency? Our coins are apparently not accepted here.”
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"I am a dancer," she said. "Not an adventurer. If I am with you out there, come the night my dreams are shattered by a string nameless fears. But I do know where you can find a Clerk of Stizzas for your money trouble."

Ah, the Stizzas again. A pity the dancer wouldn’t be accompanying them on their journey, but traveling with Olven could prove highly dangerous to whomever accompanied him. Wolf nods his head. ”Yes, the Stizzas are exactly who we need to talk to. I’m sorry to hear you won’t be joining us. I’m sure we won’t get lost out in the wilderness, but just in case, where could we go to get precise directions to the royal dragons’ palace?”

"The Adventurer's Guild," Tiichi said. They will know how to get there and they will fight for a portion of the treasure too."
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”The Adventurers’ Guild? Perfect.” Olven smiles. Everything seems to going swimmingly. ”You’ve been very kind.”

OOC: Okay, let’s hit up the Stizzas and then the Adventurers’ Guild tomorrow. For tonight, can we barricade a door to keep Olven from injuring anyone while we sleep?”

The heroes spent the night, making sure to keep Olven safe. Or perhaps keeping people safe from Olven. It was an uneventful night.

The next morning dawns, and Olven Wolf didn’t kill anyone while he slept. As he washes his face in the morning, he briefly considers the weird path his life has taken. The sooner he finds a cure for his condition, the sooner he can start actually enjoying a night’s sleep again. For now, each evening is a fresh terror, even with companions to keep him from brutally murdering innocents.

His morning ablations complete, he joins his comrades for breakfast. ”Okay, first the Stizzas, and then the Adventurers’ Guild, yeah?” he says gruffly, wolfing down a piece of rare steak and chasing it down with ale.

OOC: Okay, first go to the Stizzas to change some money, and then go to the Adventurers’ Guild to hire a guide.

With some directions from the locals, the heroes soon arrived at the Tabernacle of Stizzas. In one of the side buildings, there were a few people of various races on this side. And on the other side of the metal bars were two humans, likely the clerks mentioned yesterday. And there seemed to be some bartering going on.

As you waited for the other clients to get their turn, it was maybe an hour later when one of the recently available clerks looked at you. "Yes. Step right up. Welcome to the Tabernacle of Stizzas. The one place for quick cash for any of the things you no longer need. Or for the rare opportunity to find that one thing you cannot find anywhere else. How can I help you?"

Looking at the others, Olven Wolf steps up to the bars and clears his throat. ”Yes, we were told we could exchange our money here. We are travelers from afar, and our money seems to be quite different.”

Olven withdraws three dragons and lays them down on the counter. ”Are you able to exchange this money?”

OOC: If there is no counter, Olven will simply hand the coins over. If they can exchange the money, great. If not, perhaps we’ll need to rely on D’aden for petty cash for now.

Olven placed the three steel coins in the hollowed-out section of the counter and the clerk slid one of them to his side of the bars. The distance between the bars was less than the width of a hand.

He picked up the coin and looked at it. He knocked on the counter with it and looked at it again.

"You have strange coins were you are from," the clerk said as he weighed them individually.

He then produced a stack of six copper coins and placed them on the counter.

"Steel isn't very valuable. And these are quite small amounts of it. But the craftsmanship is good and interesting. But they are also identical. So I can only offer 2 copper pieces each. If you have gold or silver artwork of the same quality, you can make more money for sure."

”I see. I’ll keep my steel coins, then.” Olven takes out the other coins in his coin purse: five silver crowns, a gold penny, and four copper pennies. ”How much are these worth?”

The clerk examined each of the coins separately in the same manner as he had done before. He then placed one gold coin, a stack of five silver coins, and a stack of four copper coins on the counter, on his side of the bars.

"I can give you an equal number of our coins for yours," he said.

Nodding, Olven says, "That's fine with me. I  just need money for my basic expenses while in town." Turning to his companions, he says, "Anyone else?"

OOC: Olven will take the offered coins in exchange.

"Excellent," the clerk said, made the exchange, and looked at the rest of the heroes.

D'aden, after watching the proceedings, quietly lays two gold coins and five copper coins out for exchange. "I've not a lot of use for coins, anyway. There's sure to be a promising bit of water, nearby, and why buy food when you can catch it?"

The clerk went through a similar procedure with D'aden's coins as he had done with Olven's coins and offered two gold coins and five coppers in exchange. "There you go," he said and moved the offered coins to D'aden's side of the bars.

Olven waits quietly, and once the others have finished their moneychanging, he says, ”Off to the Adventurers’ Guild now? A pity the dancer from yesterday isn’t joining us.”

OOC: Once the others have finished, Olven will head for the Adventurers’ Guild.

D'aden smiles, "I'm certain there are sights yet to see just as gracile, your lordship. Though they be less skilled in the dance, many who adventure are quite comely."

You left the building and asked people how to get to the Adventurers' Guild. And you soon found your way to a manor sized building with gargoyles on the roof, that had been identified as the guild.

”No need to be so formal, D’aden,” Wolf says, half-growling. ”You could easily been made a lord by the king instead of me.”

When the group arrives at the Adventurers’ Guild, Olven takes a moment to size up the defensible position the guild occupies. ”Okay, let’s see if we can hire a guide here,” he says, and enters the guildhall.

D'aden continues to smile as he replies "of course, my lord. As your lordship commands I'll avoid calling you my lord, your lordship."
"Oh, hey, I was wondering if your court needed a minstrel, or maybe a jester, and what it would pay."
D'aden is clearly enjoying this a bit more than he should.

Olven grunts and the edge of his lip twitches. ”Well, I am responsible for a village now, and every village needs an idiot.” He looks sidewise at D’aden. ”There’s a river, too, with lots and lots of fish. Who knows? Maybe you could found the first ever guild of Fools and Fishermen.”

D'aden continues to smile as he responds, "you and I both know it couldn't possibly be the first."