@Lurking KrogJitter raised his hand from the table and the gold coin was gone momentarily, before falling from his palm.
"Sticky palm, sorry, as promised, the gold coin is yours.""Ice knife murders, burning people in the town square, missing fishermen, what the hell kinda town is this?" Jitter mumbled to himself as he ate the food and sipped the cider.
He had to make a decision, either go with the group and look for Chwingas or investigate these murders.He tapped his fingers along the counter, trying to make up his mind, but couldn't, at least not on a empty stomach.
Jitter decided to eat now, and then make a decision when he finds his companions again.
"My thanks to the cook, this is delicious."