Bitter, but ultimately content that they managed to get any sort of gold out of their efforts, Piro made his way into the bar.  Already this choice in resorts was proving to be trying as he grabbed a seat next to the others with an audible sigh.  "I'll just take a glass of middle-shelf wine if you please."  The cleric knew from the looks of things that it was likely going to be another night where it'll fall on him to keep the girls in line.  Or at least from doing something that will get them hurt or in trouble.