My concept of personal glory involves the ignorant masses expressing gratitude for what I do.

[given that gibrillont's counter was, in fact, not at all far from alfeoux's table, emond returns with the elezen adventurer's drink in due time; once more without even looking, alfeoux slides payment, plus a generous tip, towards the man as he takes his chilled bottle in hand.]

What does it matter to you whether or not I appreciate the Warrior of Light, Sa-ya-no? You must realize that if I do not go, some other fool will do it in my stead.