[@Lurking Krog]
Jitter raised his hand from the table and the gold coin was gone momentarily, before falling from his palm.
[color=Khaki]"Sticky palm, sorry, as promised, the gold coin is yours."[/color]
[color=Khaki]"Ice knife murders, burning people in the town square, missing fishermen,  what the hell kinda town is this?"[/color] Jitter mumbled to himself as he ate the food and sipped the cider.
[i]He had to make a decision, either go with the group and look for Chwingas or investigate these murders.[/i]
He tapped his fingers along the counter, trying to make up his mind, but couldn't,  at least not on a  empty stomach.
Jitter decided to eat now, and then make a decision when he finds his companions again.
[color=Khaki] "My thanks to the cook, this is delicious."[/color]