Wasted opportunity

Ignoring Indigo’s invitation, Vogir books himself into a local Vornak Inn.
In a trance-like state he trudges up the wooden stairs.
‘6,000 gold pieces!.’
It’s all he can think about.
How had he allowed 6,000 gold pieces of the Dragon’s money slip through his fingers?
Feeling his stomach knot, Vogir feels the nausea wash over him.
He’s travelling with an idiotic bunch of monster clowns!
Swallowing back down the acidic bile rising in his gorge, Vogir opens the door to his room, enters and shuts it behind him.
With the others staying with that weird Monk, at least he can grind his teeth in solitude.