"Yoroshiku okudasai. My name is Kenichi Mizumoto."

Kenichi nodded deeply to the woman; it was as much of a bow as he could manage while remaining on the bar stool. He had gotten some strange looks in his travels for dismounting in order to perform a proper bow, and as he traveled further west, he eventually learned it best to simplify the expression. Grabbing the whiskey bottle and pouring for both of them, he replied with a smile.

"He had not yet had the opportunity to become bothersome."

He took a sip of the potent beverage before getting to business. It was sweeter than he was expecting, and Kenichi guessed that it must have been distilled from the corn that, he had read, was apparently a popular grain crop on this continent. Not quite the same as the Scottish and Irish varieties he had sampled between Rome and Paris. Those, he remembered, were distilled from barley, and tended to have a more smokey flavor. After a moment to appreciate the liquor, he drew the letter and handed it to the woman.

"Your bartender informs me that you would be the one I should speak with regarding this," He said, pausing for a moment to collect his thoughts, "Although I cannot imagine why. I see you already have a guard, and my talents are... not exactly suited for the type of work that seems to be happening here. However, little girls who fly, and old men who vanish before our eyes are uncommon enough on their own, let alone together. This leads me to believe that there may be something else..."