Avelo was not going to stand idely by and be ordered around. He would find somthing to do with his time, he would gain the good will of the locals.<br/>He walked to the bar, "excuse me, your people seem to enjoy your alcaholic substances. How much to buy all the others here a round?" the creature at the bar looked up with puzzlement "2789 credits, plus tax" he had no idea the tax was really the bartender taking advantage of someone so obviously out of place.<br/><br/>"So be it. Scribe!" the scribe at his sholder stepped foreward, he'd left all but his consort and attending scribe outside. "Check the power levels" he held out his gauntlet. "they're fine m'lord" Avelo turned to the bartender put his hands togeather on the table and in a small flash a handfull of small gold bars appeared. He poured them into the bartender's lap. "Will that be enough." "Y...yes sir." he began pouring drink quickly eager to take the gold and go.<br/><br/>The Shriaa pulled at his arm "if your father knew you were interacting with such riff-raff..." Avelo silenced her with a kiss on his lips.  "Of course the people here... they lack strengh of heart, so the easiest way to minuplate them is through their pockets and bedrooms." He kissed her again. it appeared his generosity was paying off, a number of the blue dancers were beginning to eye the patron with a golden pockets.<br/>He took one of the drinks for himself., downing the entire thing in one gulp. "oooh.. that kind of burns.... tastes industrial. Scribe fetch a cask from the ship, I will not have this meeting marred by drinking swill."<br/>Sure enough down the line it went, to the scribe, to the crewmen, to the quartermaster, back to the crewman, and in a few minutes the scribe was carrying a small cask.