Braedug smiled, genuinely this time, and nodded his thanks to the human.

"I'm Braedug, by the way"

He edged past the armed man to speak with the Devorian.

"Sorry to interrupt your night with that very lucky man, but according to the locals, you're the person to ask when one has questions. I need help finding this man,"

Braedug produced a picture from what must surely be bottomless pockets. The picture had a human male with short black hair, with a single distinguishing mark of a rather embarrassingly shaped birthmark on his chin.