Michael couldn't deny the small amount of relief that he felt from the innkeeper's nod of approval.  He was willing to pay, but the fact that he didn't need to meant that he could save his money for other things, be it more mead for himself, or magical reagents for complex spells in the future.  Onyx gems did not come cheap, and while he carried some on him at all times―to use only if he had to― having the opportunity to purchase more wasn't something he'd gladly give up.<br/><br/>"We make a good team, I'd say," he said, for likely the fifth or sixth time.  Shortly after all of their completed adventures, Michael felt the need to remind everyone why they stuck together, because as a well oiled machine they could accomplish much.  Even if all they were accomplishing right now was settling the squabbles of townsfolk and engaging in petty bar brawls.  They were still doing good work, the Gods' work, he felt.  "Cayden Cailean smiles down upon us this day," he added, referring to the<i>Lucky Drunk</i>, the God of Freedom, Ale, Wine, and Bravery, worshiped by innkeepers and good-natured adventurers alike.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>