[Fran studies the card for a moment. It doesn't appear to be any sort of currency that she's familiar with. If that was all it took to buy food, it seemed that one might as well be stealing what they needed. The hume running this place seemed to have little idea of how a world should run.

After a few moments of searching up her ass her person, Fran finds a similar card.] This is used in place of money?

[She turns her attention forward. They're nearing the edge of the Wood, although what exactly lies beyond isn't clear.] Limited how? Does magick not work here? I cannot sense the mist... which might aid.