The woman scowled down at the stone, "I'm sure you're correct,  but this is an Inn,  not a goods exchange.  Please return when you have valid currency to exchange for our services."<br/><br/>At that moment,  one of the servers scooped a pile of bones from one of the buffet tables into a bucket and walked past the booking desk and disappeared through a door towards the back of the Inn.  Perfectly good bones,  with plenty of scraps left on them.  Her nomadic family back home would have been furious if someone threw out such things!