Bellalalalinda is tiny compared to the other occupants of the room, and rides Whistler's shoulders to avoid being stepped on.
She is not comfortable. She doesn't understand the funny conversions being thrown around, or the exorbitant prices for rooms.
"A hundred gold?" she balks. "That's crazy. Five of us could sleep on a single bed, and there'd still be room."
"Look," she says to her companions. "I'm all for using up the local crowns while we can, but this is too much. You sort it out. I might try to sleep in the stables." She takes some of the coins, but urges them not to sell the adamantine sphere at such a discount.
She then heads to stable, where she encounters a hill giant.
"Sorry Whist," she says. She tries talking to him, first in his own language. She knows she has been trained to kill him, and sees his vulnerabilities as she speaks, looking up -- way up.
Nevertheless, unusual times call for unusual measures, and she asks about staying in the barn.