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Jess gestures for her to follow her into the lobby, glancing in some of the rooms as they pass. ]

You'll also need something to pay the cleric with, in case they want some money up front. [ she pulls a key out of her pocket and unlocks a little drawer, digging out a thick pile of old looking bills: mostly dollars. she counts out a stack of them, and holds them out, with an insistent little shake. ]

It's alright: I trust you. I'm pretty good at ... reading people.