Gustav nodded politely at the captains words, and shook his hand. He then turned to the seamstress, the lights of the town shining in his eyes, which have yet to adjust the brighter exterior. 

Sheilding his eyes he spoke softly, "Miss, unless you have prior plans with local family or friend, may I suggest a local inn known to be very hospitable?" He tried his best not to belittle the woman, but after all, he had experience in this town, as well as the captains wishes. 

He pointed past a few known sailor hangouts, known for their rough and tough atmosphere and landed on a simple building named just as simple, [i] Kings stone kettle [/i]. 

"Hopefully such a simple building with a simple name doesnt harbor simpletons," he joked to himself and he began to walk towards it, slowly so if the lady wished, she could follow