Lon hefts his pack back onto his shoulder, before linking an arm with Joli's and walking her back towards the inn. "No worries," he said once out of earshot, "and I dare say you're right. That could have gone much,<em>much</em>worse." He raised one eyebrow and looked at her, his expression a comical rolling mixture of horror, relief, and amusement at what had just transpired. "You know, life is like a coin purse," he continued philosophically, "Made of a sow's ear, but filled with the most delightful treasures and wealth." He paused, walked in silence, before adding, "Even the worst moments are like coppers, good for a story and an ale or two, and the best moments are made of gold and platinum, treasures beyond reckoning. But you never know when some offish thug with illusions of nobility will take exception to your presence, and try to take it from you." He frowned, eyes glittering with memories, and stared off into the distance for a moment, before smiling wryly. "Enjoy the treasures of life, Joli. Let copper, silver, and gold roll, and gather no moss besides."