“Ah, and here I was thinking you were the serious one,” Aekalos chuckles, “Well, all teasing aside, I think I will go look for the Iron Door, and seek my bed... good evening gentlemen, I’ll return as quickly as I can, and with good news I hope.” With that said, he stands, places a hand in his pouch, and tosses a blue quartz on the table, saying, “That’s for the lovely lass who served us, if you wouldn’t mind passing it along,” before acknowledging any parting word and heading out to look for the Iron Door.