Another night when you'd wander into Thorn's room on the ship, stumbling upon him lying in bed with a bevy of beautiful women, along with a slew of empty beer bottles.

It seemed like it had become your duty of sorts to ensure they didn't exploit him in his drunken state - given his penchant for keeping a dime or two around.

So, you kick them out and clean up the room, just as you're about to leave, his drunken voice catches your attention. "Stay," he mumbles, eyes half-lidded.