"Yes, they take the leaves as payment. Niether food nor lodging is very hard to come by." It didn't make sense, but Karst had long since learned the hard way not to ask the locals about these things. A few of them had exceedingly tactful ways of changing the subject without her noticing.

Instead, she carefully consulted her journal's map and made a note of the nearest Cafe Ersesat, then began walking. Why wasn't there anything closer to Niflheim Gate? The other three all had food and inns close by...

(OOC: Shall we call this one done and set up a new thread at Cafe Ersesat, or am I just being paranoid about not being able to keep up?)