"two words: cursed booze", he tells the owner of the attic he stayed in quite often. Jerrick felt no need to tell the truth. But now he had a problem.<br/><br/>He looked at the sleeping woman, so the sword was a woman, or the woman had been cursed to be a sword, or somehting of equal misfortune was afoot. The hexblade was far from a charity case though.<br/><br/>He put his boot in her rump, if she was some sort of crazy caster, then he'd rather deal with it while he was sober, than drunk. "he wake up, rent's due", he told her giving her backside a small kick.