Thaw Me Out.

By the time the woman found him Sparhawk was quite deep in his cups. He still carried himself well, being a seasoned pro and all. He hadn't heard or seen her approach, however and when she spoke, he merely tilted his head to the side to get a good view. She was a pretty thing made of russet and cream. He appreciated the view. If he kept drinking, he'd be able to see more than one of her.

Shifting from his position, Sparhawk turned to face the lady that had approached him. Her question brought a nod of his big skull. "Always singink. Good for soul." Once upon a time he had been a bad man. An angry man. Now he tried his best to be happy and upbeat to make up for lost time. "And who are you, miss? You sing?" There had been a woman recently that had joined in his song. He'd found it quite charming. Lifting the skin of homemade mead, he brought it to blackened lips and took a long pull before holding it out to offer some to the red lady.