Michael took to dusting himself off as the fight finished, trusting in Uwa to help take care of Gia's elf problem, and trusting even more in Claramond's ability to bring the gang leader down.  When Uwa displayed her impressive<i>Shocking Grasp</i>, Michael felt a little foolish for trying to be more covert with his abilities.  He likely could have eased the struggle some if he thought to intimidate their foes, but in the end they were all likely better off without it.  The inn was full of cheers and mirth, and the party's injuries were minimal.  A few bruises in the morning would be the worst of their worries.<br/><br/>"Well done, well done," Michael cheered, taking Claramond's arm at the wrist and raising it high into the air.  Given that he stood at six feet and two inches, he had a few hairs above the paladin.  "A round of drinks , in honor of our golden haired champion!" he called, subtly looking in Phineas' direction for approval.  If he showed any sign of disapproval, Michael would pat the coin purse on his hip, to show he was willing to pay for what he promised to the inn.  Given the good atmosphere, he doubted it would come to that.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>