"Shouldn't... uh... Shouldn't we get going?" Smidgeon said with a frown as he looked to Bain. "I don't wanna be in jail. I can't handle jail!"

Bain stared at Smidgeon and smirked. "Careful or you'll start pissing your pants." He sat up in his chair as he grabbed the bag. "Might as well get the crew together and head out. If the eternal child wants me chained up, well, I'll have to make him work for it." He stretched his legs as he stood and left the Jovial Centaur tavern...