After [hurridly] leaving the gunshop, Uleric shakes his head vigorously to clear out all of the wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey stuff.
"Ok, one thing that still doesn't make sense to me is, why would the Scaled elven woman and her companion from the ship buying alcohol from a merchant in an alleyway? She said that they were buying alcohol for the crew of their ship in celebration of the end of the voyage or war or something. As I understand it, you would get that from a tavern, or several taverns, not some back alley exchange."