Khylorn reaches into one of the pockets of his cloak and hands Malik a gold piece.
"That was supposed to happen, Malik. You see, Ethran Skylark is no halfling, but is truly a demon from the Abyss. That is why his stool is aflame."
Khylorn blows the fire out, and begins talking more seriously.
"Thank you for helping me. I will remember that you look out for number one, but I may call upon you again sometime. Is has been nice doing business with you."
Now Khylorn seems more relaxed.
"May I sit down? I have been dealing with business in other parts of town, and I could use a cherry ale."