"I wish you all a prosperous night." Avery excused himself from the group and exited the tavern, waving goodbye as he left. It wasn't immediately apparent, but he had left a decent sized bag of gold coins on the table for Beleth (or whoever else picked it up) to do with it whatever they wished. That night, he stocked up on a few tomes and supplements and regenerative brews before hitting the hay for the night.