The dragon gave Torak a look that clearly stated his disbelief at the dwarf's statement, though now his voice was tinged with amusement. "Torak, you damn near declared a grudge against that half elf server for spilling beer on you. After another patron shoved him. For wasting good beer."<br/><br/>He considered the problem of bribing the fae to leave, err, gifting them appropriately for their performance, but he really didn't have anything. He had a handful of coins, a single gem (the first he had ever found, a bad flawed agate), and that was about it, unless they wanted part of his stash of emergency rations. He shrugged after going through his inventory, before shaking his head. "Talia, let me appraise that, you will be compensated when we get some funds. As will anyone else that donates for this."<br/><br/>appraise 17 (+3)