[Do the spirits take coin, or do they trade in something else altogether? She's heard of the gambling dens in the few days since arriving in Hatthevar with the others, and if she had to guess, she'd guess that this is where the money is. Or if not, where the currency is.

So she is standing in front of a shady little gambler, his pockets full of riches, trying to look confident in herself.]

So, you some kind of princess then?

No - I mean - [She heaves a dramatic, pitiful sigh.] I can't be sure, my memories are fuzzy ever since I - you know - died... [She stops clutching her imaginary pearls and crosses her arms.] Anyway, you were going to share the passcode to the den with me, right?