The Priestess hurriedly picked up the copper coin, and a few silver coins appeared in her hand. Just as she was about to hand them to the little Ogre, the man who had spoken earlier snorted and said, "Am I wrong? Stupid Ogres can't learn crap, don't give them silver coins; spoiling them like this. This broken city requires us to travel so far just to run a dungeon, and they won't even let us players stay in the Bright District. Staying at an inn costs ten Gold Coins a night, daylight robbery."
At this point, the little Ogre had already docked the boat, looking coldly at them, clearly telling them to get lost.
The Priestess was furious: "That's enough, taking it out on a child NPC because you're upset in real life—do you have any shame? If you're not in the mood to raid today, I'd suggest you go back and rest."
