Chuckling, Hythlodaeus shakes his head. "While I can most certainly buy it for you, I still would like a proper drink somewhere."

He doesn't notice anything off about himself either, for now. Though whatever has happened to Silco will almost certainly have happened to Hythlodaeus.

"And now seems as good a time as any, does it not?" Clapping Silco on the back, he grins before procuring his wallet from seemingly nowhere and handing the merchant his money. The wallet proceeds to then disappear from his hands again.

"Where to? Unless you would prefer I picked, but I confess it will be at random."