Memphisto tries once again to produce a gold coin from thin air. This time it bobbles a bit, but he does it. With a half-hearted grin, he says, "Bring my friend, Lisglen, whatever he'd like to imbibe. Tonight, good fortune is smiling on us three!"
"Gentlemen, I value Holgar's experience with arms, but I am troubled by the lack of same experience with the youngsters. I don't want to be responsible for sending them to an early grave. What do you think? And if Holgar wishes for a share of the treasure, he must prove his mettle. Torchbearers and shield carriers are one thing, but if this man can truly fight, then I'd be willing to give him a portion, albeit not an equal share just yet."
"What say you? 1/8 of a share or at most 1/2 of a share? Either way, it will add up to more than the weekly pay for a man-at-arms."