"There is another way to prove its hers." Garsin calmly stated. " So put your gun down before you do something stupid." he waited for the man's reaction, and continued on either way. He turned back toward Myra, "How much money,... exactly..., is in the satchel? If your write you get it back, and if your wrong,... He gets part, but the town gets most of it because they will need it after last night," He rubbed his temple at the headache he had and leaned back against the wall. He took a flask from his belt and took a small sip.