At that point, the Writer had had enough. Garin stepped through the door to the bar, strode to the counter and requested a bottle of vodka. He grabbed the clear bottle, set a coin down on the counter, and flicked a coin to Drake, winking as he did so before he hurried out of the tavern. If Drake would examine the coin, he would find two words scratched into it: "Happy Reunion". Well that was awfully nice of him. If he were to flip it over, he would find another message. "Invite me next time".