A young man, about 19 years of age, enters the bar carrying a huge bundle. He is well proportioned, and just under 6 feet tall, but the bundle almost seems to be getting the better of him. Approaching the bar, he sets the awkward thing down and makes his enquiry.

"I was wondering if any of you could help me. I am looking for a warrior, a woman actually. We have recently lost the war in our homeland, and I have reason to believe she has sought safe haven here, having been in Egypt before. Any such lady been seen in these parts recently? OH! That might be her!" He looks at Silki, but then realizes she is not who he is looking for. "Guess I was wrong. That lady has the same blonde hair and is similar in appearance to the lady I seek. Ah, well, might I have a drink? I would love a Cretan cocktail."