Galawayn was pleased to see everyone winding down. He had the feeling there was some tension between him and the tieflings. And it would be easier to talk that out when everyone was calm and slightly inebriated. Of course, that was assuming they would continue to work together after today.
He saw the drinking going on around him, which served to whet his own thirst. "Bartender, do you have any sylvan wines?" The man shook his head. "Ah... any wines from the southeastern human lands? the western lands?" The bartender kept shaking his head. "Goodness man, do you have any wines at all in this establishment!". The bartender shook his head again, he briefly searched behind the bar and produced a bottle of good-quality looking apple cider. "Eh, good enough, pour me one of those."
Galawayn considered what he was going to do with his share of the money... A hundred gold was quite a sizable sum, but it was hardly a bounty worth going home with. He remembered how his dimwitted alchemist uncle could make this amount of money by simply brewing healing potions near an entrance to the underdark. "My good man, while I'm here... what is the word on the town?" Bartenders were always quite informed... and quite willing to talk to paying customers.
