Even if she hadn't, thousands of people are filing in that direction so she could just follow them.

She has an eager and attentive audience, and there's practically a shoving match to ask questions afterwards.

She attempts to call on people and answer their questions fast enough to prevent an outbreak of violence.

They've in any event apparently settled who gets to ask questions by bidding on it.

These are such adorable economist dwarves. She will happily give precedence to the highest bidder once she figures out how that works.

"I'm sorry," the person who ended up organizing the bidding says to her when at last everyone has to disperse because it's both the middle of the night and the amphitheater is booked for something else, "that's the obvious way to do it but the problem had never arisen before so I didn't think about it. We didn't have a chance to settle in advance on how much of a fee I could take for organizing the bidding - does three percent strike you as fair?"

"I have no objections," she says.

So now Loki has a lot of gold.

"Is there by any chance something along the lines of a bank here where I can store this gold so I don't have to carry it around?"

There are three! They have interest rates and varying levels of security and one of them lets you get your gold from banks in three other Dwarven kingdoms, if she's interested in an extra fee.

"I don't know where the other Dwarven kingdoms are," she points out when this is pitched to her. She's probably just going to give Maitimo the gold anyway for spending money - it seems like one might want to have spending money for an extended stay among Dwarves - so she isn't terribly picky beyond not needing the foreign withdrawal option.

"Ours is closest, will match their interest rates, and will be happy to dispense spending money for your Elf-friend and explain to him how it works if he can't grasp the concept," someone says, and steers her in the direction of his bank.

"I'm sold."

They are delighted to add her account to the bank. They have contracts inscribed in stone and only need to modify a few lines before it is presented to her, along with chisel, for her signature.

Read read read... "...I have not actually learned to chisel stone neatly," she says. "Will this do? Nobody else can duplicate it." And she applies an illusion to the stone.

This causes a little bit of consternation but no one thinks it's exactly impermissible.

"I am in theory capable of dismissing the illusion at any time, so if that's a problem I can try my best to chisel in my name."

"...if you did that you'd just be giving us your money," they say, confused. "But messiness isn't a problem, if that's your only hesitation."

"It seems like it might mean that if I'm ever going to sign more contracts here I'd better learn to wield a chisel, since not every disappearing signature is such a benign possibility." And she gamely attempts to scratch in "Loki". (Not going to include the matronym.)

They all applaud the effort and assure her that it's quite good for an Elf.

"I'm not an Elf."

"Tall and pink and beardless, though."

"It's true that I physically resemble them more. However, I have free will, inferior senses, greater physical strength, round ears, and none of that fancy the-body-does-as-the-soul-commands stuff. And most of them are taller than me. My species is called 'Asgardians'."

"We were erroneously assuming Asgardians were in essence like Elves, but you seem very, very different. Entirely in good directions."