Geld spent a minute deciding whether the hammer-wielding conman was a danger or a liability. But hey, an ordnance sponge was always welcome to the group, and with the amount of bling, this guy was unmissable. So the desperado roared a coarse laughter and pounded a fist against the table. "Good one! But I'd rather not die from poison in an Emprah-forsaken shithole. Are you waiting here for the same reason I am?"