Austin heard the shocked outburst from Laura when she learned that none of them had any money, or at least none that would be worth anything here. That could definitely pose a problem if they were stuck here as it seemed, thankfully, there looked to be an answer for their money problem. When the idea of the Questing Lodge was proposed, Austin couldn’t help but think of video games where quests and missions were handed out at places like that. He wasn’t the only one in their group who thought that either. Could things possibly get any weirder?<br/><br/>As the ale was passed out and set in front of each of them, Austin pushed the large mug slightly to the side, hoping not to offend anyone by not accepting the drink. He had never really been much of a drinker before...well, dying...and he wasn’t too keen on picking up on the habit now. He eyed one of the others, the fighter to be exact, who seemed to be much more into the ale than he was.<br/><br/>Austin was also learning that pretty much everyone in their little group had something with them, whether electronic or otherwise, that could at least be useful for questing purposes, or even in a fight as they had already experienced. What did he have? A notebook and a pen. Speaking of, Austin pulled his notebook out, flipping through the first couple of pages which held scribbles and notes for various ideas he had had, but now would likely never get to do anything with. Doodling aimlessly in the corner of one page, the writer half listened to the conversation which had switched to the topic of magic and ‘gifts’.<br/><br/>Finally it seemed that a trip to this Questing Lodge was in order if they wanted to have any way of purchasing anything, or doing much of anything even remotely useful here. Looking up from his page, Austin twirled his pen around his fingers with a skill mastered after many hours of practice.<br/><br/>“I mean, it’s better than sitting around and expecting everything to just be handed to us.” Austin said as his way of agreeing to this ‘crazy adventure’.