Geld had prudently stationed himself just by the exit much before things started going bad. And once the inevitable blunder happened, he was the first one out. Taking a peek to the sides, watching for an ambush (hardly likely, but still...), adjusting his hat and muttering to himself.<br/><br/>"Emprah's golden crapper, such idiots."<br/><br/>Once words are had, there was reason to stop the impending binge drinking before everything became even worse. So Geld nudged Raphael.<br/><br/>"Friend, we shouldn't go drinking just yet. That can come after we've secured a safe place, and determined how to approach our target. Do I need to say that we shouldn't antagonize the Arbites any more? No? Good."