"Gaedren?!" The drunken man rouses with a start, falling from his chair with a crash. Clutching at one of the brocaded tapestries, he hauls himself back into a vaguely vertical position and peers blearily around the room as though expecting to see the old man standing there. His eyes settle on Mirian and he blinks slowly.
"Don't I know you...?" he wonders out loud - then winces as a stab of pain in his temple announces the imminent arrival of one bastard of a hangover. Fumbling at his belt, the disheveled fellow produces a battered flask and mutters something about the hair of the dog as he struggles with the stopper.
(In retrospect, considering your character's background, Mirian should know this man. You can find more information in his profile. It's no great surprise that you didn't recognize him immediately, he looks like hell warmed up.)