Brooks stared at the bartender, not quite making out his accent before finally turning to give a shifty look at Abigail, “Would you kindly…?”

Abigail abruptly dropped the silver bottle opener she managed to wrap her fingers around, wide-eyed with surprise and looking a bit sheepish as she gripped onto the greasy wood of the bar so tightly that her grubby knuckles turned white. “The donna sent out a man to do some sort of job and he’s gone missing,” she explained. “He doesn’t know what that job is but apparently they need to know where he’s gone and what he’s doing. He’s tallish with straight dark hair and a big coat, and he’s meant to be investigating the Imperial. I uh...I assume he wants us to find him for 200 caps.” Abigail rubbed at her nose a couple of times and focused intently on Brooks’ cigar cutter, clicking it at a desperately fast pace.

Drumming his fingers on the counter, Brooks nodded after Abigail finished translating. Turning back to face the barkeep he asked, “Anyone else on the job I should be aware of? And anythin’ you want me to relay to this… I don’t assume you got his name?”