"Numenor"- he replied in a serious tone. A name with a lot of history and reputation backing it up. A name which he took many jobs under but different from now, he was actually masked or on many more occasion he didn't even meet his employer, using third parties to arrange it. Now he was unmasked, unshaven and drunk in a tavern who knows where. Let's hope no one relevant heard him say that name.

"I'll pack up and we can leave immediately"- he said slowly in a steady voice making sure he pronounced every word correctly.

Not even noticing the man's outstretched hand, he finished the last of his drink, gently placed the cup on the table, maybe a little too quickly as it lost it's gentle effect entirely and in reality he slammed it, and made to get up. His legs felt wobbly and his balance was unsteady so he had to sit back down. Not succeeding the first time he got up again, using the table to take a few seconds to steady himself before making his way to the stairs, walking in zig zags.

A sudden nausea overcame him and he leaned on another patron as he threw up on his chest.

"Excuse me"-he blurted out as he made to leave for the stairs again.