Things had become increasingly crazy, and more difficult for a man like Gherrick to remain in a war-torn Connlaoth. He did what he could, but the sea called him out again at the height of tensions. And it was the lull of the tides and the rock of the boat that brought him back in to land. He wasn't sure why, exactly, only being a month out at sea again that he returned, but here he was, 'Seven of the Sea' traipsing about on land.
A lot of refugees from the war were same to reside here, and with the money he had 'recieved' from his recent pillage; it would due well for this folks trying to start a new life elsewhere, away from all the persecution. So on his travels, it would be no surprise if there were whispers of a man in blue silks who was rich...
And it was the man in blue silks she had approached at the Purple Sage Inn & Tavern; a familiar face from many years ago, who turned with a simple glance over his shoulder to the woman witht he jewels glittering ontop of her breasts, those of which were hard to ignore, even for a man like Gherrick, who afforded a playful grin and smile, one where his eyes were closed so he hadn't quite caught her face when he replied, "No, thanks. I don't drink much of that stuff. Water is fine for me."
And really, it was. One savored such a thing after being onboard the ocean, for pure water was a scarce commodity. But he raised his glass to her and said, "But thanks anyway!" and went back to his meal; roast pig, a simple salad, and some soup.
And he was starving, for his fingers were well greased from where he had dug into his meal and as he turned back, he began to quickly lick the grease from those fingers, for he felt a bit 'caught off guard' when a woman approached him in such a state.
