“I appreciate the offer,” Don says with a small bow. “Coin is always helpful. Yet it is not why I fight.” He turned to Neco Arc, “I shall return one day, Coach. Keep a spot open for me. I will return as a legend worthy of your coaching.” He turned back to the Grand Mayor. “I speak only for myself, but if you offer glory and a chance to grow stronger, then I shall accompany you.” 

“Now, if you’ll excuse me gentlemen, I am in quite a considerable amount of pain. I wish to have a cold beer, and a warm bath.” He nodded to the Grand Mayor, before turning to wave farewell to Neco Arc. “Buns in, Fangs out, Coach.” He turned to leave. Pausing beside Varius before leaving. “You fight well comrade. May we fight soon. Either side by side or as rivals. But for now, you are welcome to join me for a drink.” 

With that Don made his exit. On his own personal quest to find a beer to help with the pain and a warm bath to relax his muscles. He was pretty sure he felt a cracked rib, but it would heal in time. He had fought well. Now was a time of rest.