Dexter BroadleafDarklin2 wrote: While she is thinking it over to Dex:
So Dex what are you going to do with all your silver from this last haul? I am thinking about trying to get a black smith shop started and up and running just need a smith. I have an idea for a larger arrowhead that would do more damage when impacting armor. Wider cutting blade and all. So what do you say I buy you a drink at the Treehouse and we bury the hatchet so to speak?
Dexter shakes his head mildly. "I'm not opposed to burying hatchets and drinks in the Treehouse," says the Halfling. "But I've spent my whole youth working. I'm looking forward to a life of adventure and ill-gotten leisure. Other than trying to improve the boats the fishermen are using, I'm done working for a living. So I'll pass on the smithy. But we'll take turns buying drinks until they throw us over the rail, fair enough? I'll be over there tonight, OK?" Dexter smiles up at the Elf, touches his forehead in salute, and exits the building.