She gasps, at the sight of them. "That.. those... are those...<em>real?</em>" She stares openly, especially when he hands her one. "Th-this... this<em>alone</em>is worth more than my hoard. More than the hoards of the entire Red Hand, combined. Such... such a tiny thing, and yet..." Despite its size, she seems to bow under the weight of it, in her hand, cradling it carefully, before slipping it into her bag. "Right. Well. This will change my plans, significantly."<br/><br/>(Of course, the problem with such a massive single piece of currency, for someone her level, is breaking it. It's like a million dollar check. Even buying a new car, noone has the change for it. =P Also, even though they're worth 10k gp, by the book, I'm having them worth the equivalent of 100k, each.)<br/><br/>Close to an hour later, they reach the outpost where the carts and massive bags are sold, to travelers heading in. A handful of gold, far more than they'd be worth to buy on a material plane, and the god and the dragon have their carts, loaded and ready to head into the city.<br/><br/>It's a surprisingly long trip, though he can fairly easily speed their travel significantly, and they can cover the last few hundred miles in a little over two hours, finally reaching the outskirts of the legendary city, at the closest entry point to the slave market. Long before they got close, however, Tyraguna's form melted away, revealing her true nature, again, although the city is designed with such beings in mind; the maid roads are wide enough, three colossal creatures could walk abreast, and not touch. They might trample some smaller beings, but that's a risk of using the main causeways.<br/><br/>The city is an mix of designs from every corner of the multiverse. A massive, concrete tower rises up from the smaller buildings around it, although a twisting mage's towers matches it, only a mile away. The slave markets, less than a mile inside the city's walls, is a massive affair, as large as some cities. Very nearly any creature in existence can be found there, both hawking wares, and for sale. To the left, A massive green dragon watches over a herd of humanoids, cowing them into submission, as it haggles with a mortal before it, its tail swatting one slave, who looks about to try something, while to the right, a gargantuan red dragon is chained down, dozens of chains of adamantite, each as thick as a man's arm, keeping the red from doing more than moving his eyes, a massive muzzle covering his maw, allowing him to only breathe through his nose. The smell of squalor, unwashed slaves, and life itself assaults one, from every direction.<br/><br/>"Amazing."