Ask about the neice.

Tir stood up, careful to appear unsteady on his feet and to make himself sway as though heavily drunk. With the drinks he'd downed matching Carmine it would be incredible enough that he was still standing at all and the last thing he needed were for any friends the girl might have in the bar to accuse him of somehow cheating her.

"Vicory!" He roared, holding his glass high and deliberately slurring his words and hiccuping. "A roun of drinsh on me to shelebrate."

Tir picked up the contract from the table and waved it in feigned drunkeness. Though a couple of the inn's patrons looked uncomfortable, none stepped forward to deny his right to Carmine's contract. Most were more preoccupied in rushing to the bar to claim their free drink. Putting a stagger in his walk he left the dark haired teenager face down on the table and returned to the bar.

"Damn, you must have constitution of a bull." The innkeeper remarked, looking at him with astonished admiration. "Though how you're going to get her to your ship in your condition begs a question."

Tir knew this was scarcely a problem, though some of the ship's crew had drifted off enough remained to easily transport the comatose girl. The innkeeper's question did however give him a suitable opening to return to the earlier offer of the guardianship of the man's neice.

"Thash a good point." Tir said, frowning as though trying to think straight. "Wash thish neish of yours like? Looksh like I could do with another pair of handsh."

The innkeeper jumped so eagerly at Tir's offer he suspected that he might have made a mistake. The chance of turning up back at the ship with not one, but two teenage girls had seemed too good to resist. The innkeeper reemerged. At first Tir thought that he'd been unable to find his neice, as the figure that accompanied him he would have sworn was a lad.

"This is her sir." The innkeep said, propelling the teenager forward for inspection.

On closer inspection Tir could see his error, though dressed in male clothing with severely short cropped hair the neice's delicate features and pouting lips betrayed her sex. Tir looked her over carefully, though she wore a leather jerkin which hid her shape somewhat the swell of the chest on her slender frame hinted at full breasts concealed beneath. Her legs seemed slim under her leather britches with a tight little ass filling the material nicely.

"She seemsh fit enough for the work." Tir commented, not wanting to appear too eager.

"That she is sir." The innkeeper quickly agreed. "Fit and strong for her size and not afraid to get her hands dirty. Not backward when it comes to fighting neither, with a bit of training she'll be a handy sword by your side."

"What'ssh your name girl?" Tir asked the young wench. "And how'sh a life at shea tickle your fancy?"