Alvios' jaw widened as he saw both Jenso and Jeff both drop rather weighty bags of gold onto the counter. Melina would be able to refurbish the entire inn with the coin from those two.

     If they lived long enough to see it. Alvios began chuckling to himself, before laughing outright. [color=mediumorchid]"I'm sitting here and complaining about broken tables and bad manners when the end of existence is just floating up in the sky above us. Doesn't matter much what we break or burn in the short time we have left--"[/color] Alvios stopped immediately, and looked Jenso dead in the eye.

     [color=mediumorchid]"I am being figurative. Don't start burning or breaking [i]anything."[/i][/color]

     Alvios cleared his throat, and looked over at Mikey. [color=mediumorchid]"Speaking of plans and people, you've been awfully quiet. More quiet than the living statue, and that has to be worth something."[/color]