Richard is taking another pull on his ale when he hears Lokin's comment. Frowning down at his drink he sets it down at the table and slowly rises.
His frown turns to a smile as he turns to Rinya and Rowan, "I think I'll step over to the guards practice area, swing some steel for a bit... holler if the world starts ending." Finishing with a small smirk, the warrior strides up the stairs and soon returns in his standard battle gear. Walking down the stairs he observes the size of the pile of gold coin on the table below.
Beginning with a bit of a falter, his voice strengthens quickly, carrying over the din and perhaps a bit louder than he had intended... "I don't suppose any of you'd be interested in making a loan, wouldya?" The look on the young human's face speaks volumes, he's serious - and embarrassed - to make the plea. "I need about a hundred an'two crowns to finish paying for a new sword... and something tells me I'm gonna need it for what's coming."
The fighter stands at the landing of the stairs, somewhat nervous with so many eyes on him.