Daminor laughs. "Considering I'm fairly certain Cerul wanted to kill me, for quite a while--" "Still do." "--I doubt I'm the one to try risking my neck for that." He sets his bag of newly-earned coins on the table, then calls to the waitress, "Round of drinks for the house, on me!" The cheers last for several minutes, as the drinks are poured and delivered, before it's finally quiet enough to talk; and he still has almost half the bag, remaining.