He had taken off his shirt and undervest, and was carefully cleaning the wound in preparation of bandaging it, when someone knocked. He called enter, and blinked at the woman, before giving her a respectful half bow. "Just a gash on the arm, long, with a couple deep parts, but mostly just painful."<br/><br/>He was polite and friendly, though he kept his comments to a minimum, though once she finished, he pulled a small coin purse. "Would you be willing to accept a small donation as thanks, my lady?"<br/><br/>It wasn't much, a couple platinum and a handful of gold, but it was a tradition back home to tip good service, and he wasn't inclined to discontinue it here. He thanked her again, before asking if maybe she would like to perhaps come back at a later point for a game of mortality, and some companionship after the dinner.<br/><br/>After cleaning up, he headed to dinner, taking a bare moment to familiarize himself with the dinner setup, but showed no missteps from the varied placements. He let the conversation flow as it would, being a polite but not expect dinner conversationalist, seeing what tidbits he could pick up about the pilings, the tower girls, and the shards and runelords in general. He knew some bits and pieces, but wanted to learn more.<br/><br/>(diplomacy [cleric invitation] 33=d20+17)