[ Maglor, for his part, stares at the bill incredulously for a long time before sighing. If he was the sort to facepalm, he'd be doing it right now. As it is, he really, really feels like he needs a drink. But... he did die, didn't he? So... Maybe Hamel has a point?

Eventually he picks up his pen (these ballpoint pens are amazing, and he likes them a lot - much neater than quill and ink) and writes you a response, which he'll drop off at Baldr at some point ]

Sir,

One might argue that several of those giants were killed as equally by me as you. However, I acknowledge that I reneged on any agreement to remain alive, for which I apologise. Having only been in this city for the space of one month, I find myself unable to return the full cost of the injuries you demand. In lieu of this, please accept this initial amount of 20 gold runes, and an invitation to [ insert name of Maglor's favourite pub here ] on [ insert random date ], where I have been invited to play. Wine and food will be provided for you from my account, and I will hope to be able to return you further balance of your fees at the close of the night.



[ He seals the envelope with his family's crest