Make that dosh.

For 135 lb of meat, you're given 12 GP and 5 SP. You split it evenly, meaning you receive 3 GP and 1 SP. The extra silver is decided to go to Amara, since she helped finance the entire thing, though she does try to decline. It's around this time you realize that you have no idea how the economy of this world works. It just sounded like a lot back at the Adventurer's Guild. You try your best not to sound like an idiot when you turn and ask Eva.

"Hey, so. In this kingdom, how much is say... a meal, or stay at an inn?"

She tilts her head. "Hm? I would say somewhere between two and eight silver pieces for a meal at an inn, but a room being somewhere around... five. It really depends on where you go. Is that similar to where you're from?"

"Oh yes. Thankfully it's pretty similar."

It could be worse. This money will keep me alive for a few days, if I only eat a meal a day. Maybe I can just sleep on the street. Oh man. This actually sounds awful. We need to do more than this to make a living, and I thought we were going to die just fighting crabs.

"So what do you think?" Niki asks. "Party formed, right? Now that it's official, I say we find a tavern and celebrate!"

"Are you kidding me? We can't spend all our money already. We'll die!" you reply.

"Don't worry so much. We'll just do another quest tomorrow. If we keep questing, we'll always have money. See? I thought this through."

No you didn't.

You watch as they begin to converse. Niki laughs and points down a street, and starts describing how to get to a specific tavern. Eva however, is pretty certain it's the completely opposite direction. You take a deep breath and let them deal with that. Just then, a sound catches your ear.