Observing from the side, Gharlyc could see Busker's very evident discomfort at the drow (who seemed to noticed Gharlyc, giving him a small twinge of panic), and also Wink's interest in the busy-body noble pup.  Gharlyc was thinking through a plan when Pallas walked in, causing him to visibly pale and nearly drop his mug.
After taking a few breaths to calm himself down, Gharlyc started to reason with himself.  He knew of the rising bounty hunter, and she was a good one, but she was known to be a lass of virtue.  She shouldn't really have any connection to the criminal underworld, and know of things he's done, could she?  Seeing that Pallas started talking to the small siren and the noble brat, Gharlyc took this moment to leave the tavern and chase after Wink.

Being very fast and efficient with his movement, Gharlyc caught up to Wink in no time.  One of the more noticeable things about Gharlyc was his voice.  A smooth and rich deep voice (it sounded even better now after 7 years of training and practice), he sounded much more intelligent and cultured than he really had any right to be, especially considering the conditions and the place he grew up in.
[color=bc8dbf][b]"Ah~ Wink!  My darling girl, you wouldn't happen to remember your uncle Gharlyc now would you?"[/b][/color]
Without waiting for her to respond [color=bc8dbf][b]"Now, I think I understand the situation.  You keep the money Busker gave you and head back to charm up that handsome noble to your heart's content hmm?  If he asks, just tell Busker you gave the money to me and that I will get him the wine, honeyed raspberry was it?"[/b][/color]

Patting her on the shoulder, Gharlyc runs off.  There might be some connections he could call up to get the blasted drow her wine, or at least a close facsimile of what she wanted.  Whatever he did, Gharlyc needed to do it quickly lest she run out of patience.