There was a pouch in front of Happy, right?  Because it isn't there anymore, and neither is the Halfling...he slinks off into the crowd with ring on hand, leaving behind only the signed contract.<br/><br/>From somewhere, a serving wench suddenly straightens up with a sharp cry and spins around to smack a patron who looks honestly surprised at being assaulted to the feminine cry of 'pervert'.  Three guesses who's responsible for that...