So there's a lot. There's a lot going on here. It's not super unlike Thedas, but the people are so much more varied. Dragons that walk on two legs and talk like people? He's pretty sure he saw a wholeass centaur? Furry beings that are treated as any other citizen?

And that's still not the thing that's gotten Mobius beside himself the most. He has discovered, upon his arrival in this place, a simmering bit of energy under the surface, as though tucked beneath his skin. Having never been a mage, the idea that he's been bestowed with magic is. Something. Juggling somehow intrinsically knowing what he can do and also having no earthly idea what he's doing.

So, sidling up to someone who definitely arrived with them, who was definitely a qunari before, who also seems to be familiar with this place, don't mind if Mobius has a shimmer of faint blue around him. He's been experimenting. He peers at the request motioned to, rubbing his chin. "Fifty gold is an awful lot for just a little spring cleaning." Unless fifty gold is chump change around here. He doesn't know. Stark had basically infinite credit for them on little plastic bits. Money exchanged for goods and services have different meanings different places. "Why not be up front about what's getting 'cleaned out' if it's going to be actually dangerous? Maker knows you don't want to end up with some corpses in your basement if you can help it."