This time, he simply gave her a cold glare. "Last warning. My money, or the nice old couple is going to have to kick us out of their home."

"If you want your money, you're going to have to talk to that nice old couple." She gave him a sweet grin, "These rooms didn't just pay for themselves. So generous of you to buy breakfast for everyone too."

"Right." He said simply, though the word was full of hate. "First, you're going to give me what's left of my money, because I know how much was in there."

"And then," the threat evident in his tone. "you're going to pay me back every gil."

"Mmhmm..."

Her grin turned into a frown as she stood up, "Tell me, after you planned on making me pay for the entire thing, were you planning on paying me back?"

"Hmmm..." He pretended to think.

"No. I'll give you, oh, ten gil for my breakfast and share of the room. You can ask the nice old couple or our companions for the rest."

Vera snorted derisively, "If you think I'm giving you anything, you are more delusional than I first though. Oh... on second thought..." She reached in a pocket and produced the bag that Argath had been keeping his money in. It was empty. "You can have this back."

Docus stretched luxuriously as he stepped from his room. He'd managed to persuade the landlady to bring him a tub (more of a bucket, really) of hot water to his and Prasad's room, and had used his room-mate's absence to wash the stink of wine from himself. Now, feeling refreshed, it was time to consider. They'd managed to get some information from the locals, and the encounter with the shopkeeper had been... interesting, but he didn't feel quit ready yet. They had one last lead, the hunters, and they should employ it.

He was, however, aware that, however great his intellectual prowess, he was, to put not too fine a point on it, not very tall. Or physically impressive. As such, he'd need physically companions. He heard Viera voices from the room next to his, smiled. Physically impressive and female. Success was becoming more likely. The door was ajar, and he knocked on it lightly before pushing it open. He was hardly worried about interrupting anything. Though they seemed to be talking quite civilly.

As he stepped in, he realized that in this case, 'civilly' meant 'with thinly veiled mutual contempt'. The matter appeared to be money. He sighed. "If I may interrupt... What seems to be the problem?"

Argath noticed Docus coming, but didn't bother to turn to look at the Tarut. He drew his spear, taking a battle stance as he faced Vera. "None of your business." He said to Docus dismissively. "Best to get out while you've still got plausible deniability."

In his dreams Caspin was a chef above chefs. A life of adventure earning him the money to open up his own restaurant where all the recipes he had built through his monstrous delicacies could be spread to everyone who arrived. He was a genius of food, and the world bowed down to his knowledge, no one back home could talk badly about him now. He was famous, more than they would ever be.

Then he woke up.

Leaving the paradise behind was a bit saddening, but he took it as premonition. One day he would be that, and nothing would stop him short of death itself. He stepped out of the room stretching ready to go check out the kitchen. He had smelled their items the other day and they had some rather good labor around here, he'd enjoy seeing some of their techniques, but on the way down he noted some kind of commotion coming from the room he'd skipped over before since Vera was in there.

He opened up and peeked inside, and there was Argath readying his spear to pierce the thief. He raised and eyebrow and entered the room,

"Argie dear why are you threatening poor Vera with your spear?"

He walked across the room with nary a thought in his head that Argath might try to stab him,

"We need you to save that energy for tomorrow, we have monsters to hunt. And I'd be very disappointed if you wasted your stamina here."

He looked up the long piercing implement and ran a finger down the shaft,

"I can think of much better ways to waste it anyway."

Vera watched Argath carefully, prepared to be on the defensive. She wants Argath to look like the aggressor here. She settled slightly when Caspin and Docus intervened. She thinks she might like them.

"He's being completely unreasonable. I don't know if I feel safe sharing a room with him anymore." You can share with him, Caspin.