Aster's expectations of what to expect of the other man were just as she believed, and he was horrible sober as he was horrible drunk, but things seemed to get even more daft as he was guzzling back beer after beer, and the pig seemed to be able to keep down quite a few, as he belched and asked for more, the men all around him roaring with laughter as lewd comments and boasts of war were barked from the table; and soon the men appeared more like dogs then men and the poor innkeeper's daughter, who was forced, by her father, of all people, to continue to serve the lout to him complacent, found herself too many times beneath the dirty, soiled hands of him and his men. ANd after Krah had pulled her into his lap and whispered, quite obviously something crude in her ear, she managed to pull away, obviously because he was too drunk to keep her, before he laughed and rose from his chair to make chase.
"Come here and show me a good time!" he told her, his words drunk and slurred as he made his way acrosst he room and tripped over his own two boots, but found himself, catching his fall on a most unfortunate other guest....
Aster Delancy.
And it was here, one hand upon the back of her wooden chair, and the other, well rested on her thigh, that he found his brown, drunken eyes looking up at her through a curtain of his unruly, greasy brown hair. And at this angle, despite her short hair, all he could see was a pretty little lady he wanted to take upstairs for a few....
And he gave her a grin, smoothed back his hair easily as he rose up to give her a charming....
"Well, hello there. Fancy I havne't met you before."
And sadly, he probably had- but a man so drunk and egocentric as he, might not have remembered.