Serrin was now almost broke. He’d virtually emptied his accounts in order to give it to the orks they'd met in the bar. They had left so many dead, after all. Knowing the orks would refuse blood money, the elf had talked about their families. About what they believed in, their policlub, their rights. Persuasive words had sent some of the money in the direction of relatives and some into education for their children. Frag it, it’s only money, Serrin had thought at the time. With only a few thousand still in his account, maybe he’d have to start looking for gainful employment as a corporate mage again. It didn’t matter. He had to give them the money.