Before the bard could accept or deny, seeing him already reject the coin once from a few feet away while brushing off the counter, the barkeep came over and, with one fluid motion, pocketed the two coins, turned towards the back wall to grab a bottle of the best whiskey the tavern possessed, poured into three glasses that hadn’t broken from the brawl, and served them to the heroes of the night.<br/>“As I had said before, the drinks are on the house. I’ll just consider these tip.” He smiled at Diego and Loretta and gave Donovan a wink before returning to the clean-up.<br/><br/>Not long after a woman came down the stairs, she was a bit older than the rest, and approached the three. “Everything has been prepared. Whenever you are ready, just let me know and I will escort you to your rooms.” With that she bowed her head and walked to the other side of the tavern towards the fireplace, cleaning up the drunken mess that the gang had left while the rest focused on the damage.