Ildoyer weighed the pouch in his hand, then stood up with a smile, and calling out, "Today, Thurin will foot the bill for all the drinks in the taverns! Let's have a toast to Thurin!"
The hall first fell into a hush, then erupted into cheers.
For the travelers drinking here, was there anything happier than this?
Thurin's expression turned dark, amidst the laughter.
If Alinar wasn't holding him back, he'd have lunged at the half-elf already.
Thurin watched mournfully as his coin pouch was opened, and its shiny coins was taken away by the bartender.
He sighing in frustration.
"Cheer up, my friend," Alinar consoled the dwarf with a smile.l, "You know, this beautiful night is all thanks to your generosity."
"If you were me, you wouldn't necessarily fare any better," despite drinking his favorite mead, his mood remained low.