[War's busy putting on all his armor. Even if he doesn't entirely feel well. He's stubborn like that. War returns a few minutes later and places a couple grams of gold on the desk. The receptionist peers at them, then looks up at him.

"You're joking. I can't compute this!" She looks at Anise. "He's joking, right?"

War knows he paid slightly over. It's a precaution in case Anise whittled money out of them, previously or now.]