<span style="color: #00bf00"> Damon walked back to the bar, where he had left his nearly untouched beer. He downed it in one gulp, gagged a little at the taste, and turned to the bartender. "How much I owe ya?" He asked.<br/>The bartender was polishing a glass. he stopped, looked through it, then started polishing it again as he looked at Damon. "10 g's for that one, but your tab is 600 g's."<br/>Damon put 10 gold pieces on the bar. "I'll pay my tab later." He turned to sliver. "I'd like to ask the same question," he said.</span>