Jeremiah couldn't remember when he came into the bar, he was pretty sure the sun had still been up but couldn't really remember it had been hazy and would be even more so in the morning when his headache would kick in, for now he was enjoying the moment. the lecherous debauchery of the slaughtered prince and the fun he could have in the arms a buxum tavern wench.

He loved shore leave, he loved to just get away from his crew, as much as he appreciated a job he liked to be alone, with a pair of breasts. He ordered another round for himself and to the disgust of the other patrons didnt offer a round to anyone else.

HE moved back to his corner and sat down the bar maid he had been temporarily flirtting with forgotton and now looked angry at the loss of revenue. His seat was dark, in the corner just where he liked it. And while he would flirt for a few moments at the bar, for the most he liked to sit alone.

What little light was getting to his table, and his face darkened a little, he hated being disturbed.