Bogotá, Colombia
"Wow, we're really lucky that gold is valuable in this world too! Actually, it's worth even more here than it is on N'Raeth! With all this money, we're going to enjoy our pilgrimage to New York in style!" Evelyne exclaims, waving a thick stack of Colombian pesos in the air.
"The annoying part is having to exchange currencies every time we cross a border. Seriously, they still don't have a single currency for the entire planet? How primitive..." Dorian grumbles.
Meanwhile, Constantine continues studying a map of the continent, carefully analyzing the fastest possible route.
To avoid attracting attention, they had abandoned their armor in favor of ordinary human clothing.
Their armor had been packed away inside a surprisingly small satchel—far too small to realistically hold five full sets of heavy plate armor.
It was a magical artifact recovered on N'Raeth, capable of holding up to a hundred times its actual volume.
