Jevicca released a quite snort of breath, half amused by the innkeeper, half irritated at his extortion. But regardless of what she thought of him, she wasn't likely to get into the undermountain any other way. Not some barmaid from the slums, certainly not. She untied a pouch at her belt without needing to look, and withdrew a gold coin by touch alone. Her fingers knew the difference between the few coins she kept on her belt. "Fine, here's your toll, innkeeper. I see no reason to wait, especially if the problems beneath us are the cause of the city's distress. I'll not sit by and watch the city collapse."