The bartender was a little surprised at that, uh, hiding place; Verisira could see it on her face, plain as could be.  "Huh.  Well, that's... something.  Uhm.  Call it an even two golds," she said, and tapped the counter.  "And that'll cover your room and a visit from one of our workers -- and the mead, too.  Sound good?"<br/><br/>She didn't think this particular guest was in any real position to argue with her about prices; she wasn't being especially unreasonable, though.  She was reluctant to move away from the bar, but she was tempted to come help her guest -- Verisira was looking pretty uncomfortable, after all.  "Uh... are you going to be okay?"