After getting her to keep from asking questions that got on his nerves; Jerrick pulled his phallus from her mouth. She wasn't in the mood to do it. He wasn't in the modd to hear it.<br/><br/>As she laid on hsi bed looking a bit more pale and disgruntled. The "go-to man", found his trousers, tunic, blade, and other things thrown off in haste. He traveled light, but kept his equipment efficient.<br/><br/>Jerrick dressed himself in a reasonably sober manner. Naturally his colors were grays, dark blues, and charcoal black. Most of his work had him working in dark places anyhow. The ladies may or may not have remembered how he dressed, but that was solvable.<br/><br/>"Time to clean up", he said as he pulled a Wand of Prestidigitation from his holster on his belt. Simple tricks were most useful. He may not be the wizard his father was, but he learned to take advantage of the arcane just the same.<br/><br/>The silver haired young man whirled the wand about and waited forhimself to not smell of booze and cheap tail...nothing happened.<br/><br/>"Fuck", he growled. He had a sunrod. He drank bit more than he thought last night. Takign the tiem to find his actual wand, he then preceeded to clean himself up. After which he died his hair red, adn made his clothes and armor apper to be earthen blues and tans. Looking the part of a respectable adventure. Though, no respectable adventure dumped three freshly bedded lasses on the street.<br/><br/>That being done. He would walk the street adn change the colors of his clothing to somethign a bit greener when the gaurds came looking for the ass.