The celebration continued well into the evening. By the time three more hours had passed, everyone was pleasantly drunk, and as the banquet finally wound down, people gradually began heading off to take care of their own business.
Just as Marcus and the women accompanying him were preparing to leave, Tactical Drunkard suddenly called out, "Stone!"
"Yeah?" Marcus turned around.
Tactical Drunkard slapped his forehead. "Almost forgot. I've already made arrangements with the bank. Just head to the main branch in your city tomorrow and ask for the branch manager. Tell him I sent you, and he'll handle everything personally."
"Awesome!" Marcus nodded immediately. That solved one of his biggest concerns, since tomorrow he could finally cash out his gold.
