Drink.
Drank.
Drunk.
That was how most of the day had gone on since Ihlsepar Asawa'eht arrived in the Niafi River Delta region. He'd travel more often there were he not so lazy, but he was laying low for a while from his normal group of women who were hounding him and wishing to settle down. But settling down is hardly what the intoxicated man wanted, and he was here to indulge in the most scandalous acts he could do-
Because why the hell not? He was the son of one of the wealthiest merchant families in the country- and as far as his own reputation went...
He didn't give a damn. He was here for the thrill of life, and right now- he was well onto his fourth drink when he saw a pair of hips walk into the bar.
She screamed foreigner, being tall, but not overly so with pale skin and hair of the north. Her garb spoke volumes of her trade, and even from where he sat, but a table away, he could smell the salt of the sea.
Those blue eyes of him did not hide that they were checking her out, and if she were to look his way, he'd flash those pearly white teeth of his invitingly. Perhaps this foreigner would like to talk? Though in his mind, he'd like to do far more than just chat....