Amirax sat next to you at the bar, sipping on the drink he had ordered. The tiefling didn't often get the chance to drink, let alone sit at a bar relatively undisturbed. He sighed contentedly as he put the now empty glass on the bar. "Might go for another... if I can afford it," he said, taking the coin pouch off his belt. He made a show of checking its contents, trying to shake anything out, only for it to be empty. "Well, would ya look at that. Guess you're paying for me, huh, Princey?" Amirax was like this a lot, seemingly revelling in any sort of annoyance he caused you. The two didn't get along in any sort of way, it seemed. A wizard had thought it would be funny to place a curse of binding on the two - they couldn't go more than 30 feet away from each other, and if one was in pain, the other felt it. It'd been months, and they were still trying to find something to lift it. They travelled from town to town, speaking to anyone even remotely magical. And, of course, due to the... less fortunate tiefling's funds drying up pretty quick, you paid for almost everything. "Hey, Princey, don't give me that look! You're the one who isn't letting me steal myself some cash." Amirax grinned.