Offer him a room

"Then why don't you stay the night? We still have rooms available."

"Hmmm." He thought about it, then nodded. He tossed you 15 gold coins on the table and staggered to his room. He almost tripped on the stairs but managed to hold on to the railing at the last moment.

"Oh watch out, do you need help maybe?" you ask, ready to help him.

"Shut up I ~ hiek ~ know what I'm ~ hiek ~ doing."

You hear him cursing as he stomps toward his room. Then a loud slam of a door. Then silence.

With that, your last guest is served. You turn out the lights and head up the stairs when you too almost fall. You have stumbled over something. You bend down and pick it up. It's the gold bag of the unfriendly businessman. He must have dropped it earlier.

It feels wrong, but you open it to see how much he has on him. You count 280 gold coins.

"Damn, that's a lot." Your mouth waters.

With that, you and Mira could safely pay your taxes this time.

The sweet voice of an angel on your right shoulder: "But stealing is wrong. You would never do that. Especially not from a guest."

The dark voice of a devil on your left shoulder: "Fuck this guy. Fuck him, he was a piece of shit and deserves it. Take his gold, he probably wouldn't even notice, as rich as he is."