"Couple weeks." He said with a bit of a shrug. He wasn't an easy person to offend, despite what his defensive language might suggest. He shifted a bit in his seat, flicking his cigarette ashes onto the ground (forgoing the provided ashtray) and kicking his cousin unintentionally under the table. "Two about, nothing--nothing really, but I'm starting to worry about being here much longer without telling whoever it is that really needs to know, yeah?"
He leaned back in his chair, its front feet lifting up off the ground slightly. Paying no regard to Morgan, he flagged the waitress over for another drink. "To get the money that the damn goblins said I had in their bank."