Gold. The Irish fellow produced a gold coin from out of nowhere. Not any coin of the realm, either. Sir Guy could not see any stamp of King Richard’s face on it. Now that was an impressive trick. Especially if he could make more. Gold was always a good start to obtaining power and position.
“You can make gold?” Guy momentarily forgot that he and the Irishman had been exchanging verbal barbs just a moment before. He lowered his voice to a whisper. “Are you a djinn? I know one. She made me my horse.” He did miss Jeannie. He hoped she was doing well where ever she went.
He waved to the bartender to bring them another round. He just hoped it wouldn’t take too much whiskey to get this fellow on his side. He still had a few gold and silver coins of his own to pay for the drinks, so he wasn’t worried about paying his way. He was just not that interested in drinking himself stupid today. He knew that was something that the Irish excelled at, he just hoped that this time the Irishman would skip going that far.
He glanced again at the burning stick in the Irishman’s mouth. Guy had been in a few huts as they were set on fire, which made him aware of the smell of burning wood. This smelled different. Not as heavy as normal smoke. Still, he doubted any physician would say it was good to breathe smoke. He was curious how the Irishman was able to have the smoke right there and avoid coughing.