"Haha! If she wound up here, that would rather defeat the purpose, I think. Though, I think she'd do pretty well here."

He crossed one hoof over the other. "My daughter, Charlotte. She and I were working on reconnecting after so long, so when I popped up in this weird tavern I didn't take it too great. Like I just got to see her again, and I hope she doesn't think I abandoned her."

...Again... sigh, again. God, he was a piece of shit.

"But when I return home, journal in hand, she gets to read about all of my adventures: The things I faced, the people I've met, the whole nine yards. So it's an explanation, but partial gift. She always liked my stories when she got to hear them."