Bryn smirks.  "If I were trusting my instincts, I'd not be doing this," she says softly.  "If the warning's right, this could kill me outright."  She grins.  "Luckily, instincts don't matter when death is a welcomed end."  She places the gold coin in the bronze-stoned statue's hand, as if she'd given the old woman a coin in aid.