Klava looked at the machine and shrugged as he began putting in coins, the counter began going up a couple dozen for every time he poured coins in with a handful-
"Neat little thing, yea, we got a rather rough storm that lasted the evening into the night, stopped about an hour ago I reckon. The fire over there helps out though."
The fireplace nearby was ablaze, lit by the Innkeeper whom had just put in some logs. The orange red light illuminated the lobby and bar, and most patrons typically sat close to it save a few whom wished to remain in the dark, for matters Klava didn't care for. Regardless, as Klava put coins in, a drunk patron came over from the fire and looked at the box of wine-
"Ah, ha..haha...Klavaaaa. You old goat got us some of the good stuff."
The drunk's head was wobbling back and forth as Klava gave him a harsh stare. Klava's eye narrowed as the drunk sat down right next to Gragas-
"Ya, ya look like a big guy with a big stomach, you were prob...probably temptated ta drink the whole box right?"
The drunk stuttered his statement to Gragas in a rude inquiry.