The dwarf frowned, set down the glass he was cleaning, and knelt to fill a mug from a nearby keg.  "Half silver," he grunted, thumping the mug of ale onto the bar in front of Ildefonse.<br/><br/>It didn't<em>look</em>adulterated, anyway.<br/><br/>The man looked shocked at Astos's approach.  "'Daric?'  That young man was your cousin?  Wait, how'd you --"  He promptly shuts up.  "Well...if, er,<em>when</em>you stop the beasts, it's up to you how you divide your pay among yourselves."<br/><br/>(Ania, of course, doesn't know elven royalty from Adam.<br/>If Ildefonse is paying attention, he's<em>pretty</em>sure that there's a high-elven prince named "Astos," but doesn't know anything about him or what he looks like.)