[ yeah gonna have to work off of context clues if you don't outright ask the drunkard for clarity.

he stops when they near the door to the showers. ]

...I know we aren't here for anything fun.

[ if he had cat ears instead of long, they'd be flattening. ]

It was, uh. Few months ago? I stuck around until she passed so I could take her ashes to the northern sea. Really nice of me. She should've let me stay.