"...we use dollars, here," says the guy at the counter.

"We don't have any," he says apologetically, and puts another large unfamiliar gold coin on the counter. "For your trouble."

"...I'm, uh, sorry, I have no idea what these things are. I'm pretty sure you have to pay in dollars."

"Is there a moneychanger near here?"

"There's, like, a bank? They can probably exchange foreign stuff? Uh, like a mile that way."

"Are they open at this hour?"

"Oh. Uh, probably not. Sorry."

"Is it legal to camp outside within the city limits?"

"Uh. I don't really know. You guys don't have a car or anything?"

"We don't. We just arrived here. You don't know if it's legal to camp outside? Do people do it?"

"I mean, there are homeless people? Not a lot of them."

"And are they permitted to camp within the city limits?"

"I don't know? I guess if you're homeless the law might not be your biggest problem?"

Sigh. "Thank you."

"Yeah. Sorry."

So they head outside. 

"I don't think I care to get on the wrong side of the authorities when we don't know how to get home. How're you on spells -"

"Should be fine assuming we're not doing a dungeon tomorrow."

"Let's find that bank and then wait until it opens, if we don't see any inns that are more flexible along the way."

So they head off.

At some point a group starts following them. A man and two women. 

There aren't any buildings that have the word 'bank' on them.

That's inconvenient. They'll just - wander around for a while, then?

One of the women peels off from the other two people behind them. 

"You look lost."

"We're looking for the bank, though I take it it's not open at this hour. Or for an inn."

"Oh, you need a place to stay? I can show you one."

"Thank you."