Cartel Gold Donations

Listen, Kid. I don't care who you are, or however many fantastic, magical journeys you've been on. Go tell all those lads and lasses in the tavern if you're lookin' for praise. I care about the oil that lubricates the system around here. You get what I'm sayin'?

The Cartel, we need gold to organise and run our daily activities. And there are always things that need doin', it's like a fact of life, you know? So... you fund us, and we take notice. Maybe even let you break a kneecap every now and then, and we can look the other way. Maybe.

<He bites the gold coins one at a time, before storing them behind the counter. He says not one word more, but gives a terse nod and marks something down in his ledger.>

So, you got that coin?