Morana had to wonder what the heck this girl was talking about. She only thought it strange that the girl wasn't interested in money. Her unsolicited protestations were decidedly odd. Morana continued to dance, considering her new companion's strange reaction.

"There's nothing more important than coin," Morana answered as she danced, anklets bouncing, metal hoops clinking to the rhythm, "Coin fills your belly, clothes you, puts a roof over your head and keeps you warm in the winter."

Morana pirouetted, crouching as she twirled before rising back up to her full height and clapped her hands over her head. She then kicked her legs, flashing the shaven limbs. Few women shaved their legs, relying on skirts or leggings to show off their shape without the hair showing. It was something mostly done by harlots.

(OOC: By the way, making your own lute strings would involve killing a lamb, pulling out its guts, cutting them into strips, drying them out and weaving them. It's quite bloody. Making a lute would require an entire workshop of woodworking tools and several different types of wood of, hopefully, fine quality. (ie. No warping, nor knots) It would cost as much money to get the tools and get started as to purchase a new lute)