Dates from the Nine Hells
"I believe in peace," said Bane, trying to figure out how to get the damask-clothed table in the Cynosure restaurant to accommodate his armored arms. "I simply believe that to accomplish true peace one needs firm application of violence beforehand."
Eldath stared at him a long moment before raising one delicate hand. "Check, please."
Mask smirked. "Oh, I see that look on your face." He brandished a handful of gold coin as the first course of nineteen arrived. "No worries. I have money."
"Money," said Waukeen, "which you just slipped from my purse."
Mask sniffed. "There's no need to nitpick."