Hm. She doesn't know this city; the crime rate might be better or worse in the fancy part of town, since it's target-rich but probably also better policed. Not having to figure out food separately would be convenient. Things are prettier here and she's finding herself kind of flinchy about that. She eyeballs prices, picking up translations of numerals and currency from other people looking at them. It's harder to be quite that exact when she can't rely on people being used to osanwë protocol but she can manage without making any mistakes. How does a night at one of the upscale inns compare to what she has in her pockets?

She could make it a couple months even at the upscale inns on the value of the jewelry. Maybe a little less than that if food is similarly expensive.

Okay. She looks for one in this general neighborhood that looks like it has ever heard of being economical but honestly her sense of that is kind of shot, she's been in Valinor (she is not going to burst into tears in the middle of the street, no, she is going to get a room first) for a long time.

Hello, I'd like a room for one.

One crown a night. Two for a suite.

I don't need a suite. Does that come with meals?

No, but you can put meals on the tab for your room if you'd like.

Okay, thank you. I might extend my stay past a night but I'm not sure yet. She passes him one of the ones that's called a crown.

And she gets a heavy metal key that goes to a room with a nice four-poster bed and some artwork (of the city and of various ruins) that wouldn't pass muster in Valinor.

Now it's time to panic.

Is there... hotel stationery, or actually what she should really be checking for is a magic mirror or a crystal ball. But she'll settle for stationery.

Not in the room.

Weird. It will take longer to stop crying without anything to write with but she'll just have to make do.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

At least the place didn't smite her on the spot, her boots still work, maybe Fëanáro will be okay when he makes it here.

There's occasional noise in the hallways. Eventually the sun sets. 

She pulls herself together to go out and get dinner once she notices it's dark.

On the first floor they're serving drinks (probably alcoholic, because those people over there look drunk) and bread and cheese and seafood and stuffed birds. Someone is using illusion magic to tell a story to a moderately-sized, fascinated crowd. Someone else is playing music on a unfamiliar possibly-magical instrument.

She orders a "what he's having" once she has identified someone with a nice looking spread. She looks for a place to sit by herself.

Lots of tables in lonely corners of the room.

Lonely corner of the room it is.

The story concludes. People drift away. One drifts by her and says something.

Hm?

Raised eyebrows. Sorry, didn't mean to bother you. I asked if you were waiting for someone.

No, I'm by myself, why?

Are you looking for a party?

- I'm not actually an adventurer.

He shrugs and turns to leave.

She finishes dinner and asks the receptionist if they have a magic mirror or a crystal ball anywhere.