He remained in the bar for a while, emptying another bottle of wine. Getting drunk was not a good idea, he knew that, but he just couldn't stop thinking about that half-elf. Desire burned with such intensity in him he had to resist the temptation darting out on the streets looking for him - of course, it would have been foolish, he'd never find him in a city as big as Tarant. But he had needs that had to be taken care of. He had to rise early the next day, sleeplessness, or even worse, comatose unconsciousness brought on by too much wine was definitely not going to help him. So he walked up to the bartender. The man's face immediately broke up in a smile when he explained the directions to a place called the Red Mill, just by the Vermillion Bridge. He went there, hoping he'd stumble into Thonan on the way. Of course, it didn't happen. Anyhow, the Red Mill was where the bartender had said it would be. It turned out to be a rather pleasant whorehouse, run by an aged half-elf woman with a warm smile. After some money had changed hands, she snapped her fingers and a number of girls lined up behind her. He picked a young, human girl calling herself Lil. He generally disliked young human prostitutes. They lacked the experience, were clumsy and tended to lack all sense of humor. He was pleasantly surprised to see that Lil was none of that, the girl was clearly experienced beyond her years or had a great talent for what she did. And what humor! As they lay there after the act, panting, she told him she wanted to run the place herself after the old Madam had gone. Nothing wrong with her ambition! Kissing Lil goodbye, he staggered back to Grant's, entered his suite, and collapsed on the fine linen. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.