Nameless had given the tavernkeeper a platinum piece, to ensure that the members were happy with the guild, even with the screw ups, and the five kegs of beer being manhandled down the stairs would only improve moral further. He nodded to the guild secretary and healer, before retiring to his room, already making the list of shops to hit when the two months were up, based on who had already started paying their dues. He was rarely sleeping lately, only when the succubus came in and began making it clear she was hungry lured him from the bed, but at least now he didn't have to worry about waking up with someone else in it. He had a public relations idea to start working, but right now he was using the last of the guildmaster's gold to finish outfitting the vault, and had put one of the lesser gang leaders in charge of it, one that had been VERY impressed with him, and had recognized him without him even introducing himself. He suspected that leader was the guildmaster's watcher, but he was sending semi-monthly reports back to the guildmaster, so the watcher shouldn't be reporting anything that Nameless wasn't.