Money had never been important to the gunner. Living the lift that she had, money had never been a source of problems... well... after her parents had sold her at the age of five. Before then she had been too young to truly understand the poverty she and her family had faced.

Her gaze shifted over to where the ghostly wisps flickered into existence before disappearing in the same blink of an eye. Interesting. While she had no doubt that this woman had been communing with the ghosts, to see it (however slight) in action was a different thing. Death magic, was it? Or at least that one of the types she had heard here in this realm.

Elza didn't say anything but gave a short nod before moving to follow after the other woman.