The eternal skeptic, and scowly warrior lumbers up to the three pines, and puts in the coins, giving the demon a look that indicates he'd as soon rip it asunder with a blade as pay it, but he understands this is an accepted cultural activity, and frankly, he's curious about the strange folkways of Old Earth, as Terra was known. And so he pays in, and will drawn down the paper, musing quietly that they don't look so different from small oaths of moment.