He walks towards you with slow but precise steps, looking around to make sure there's no one he knows. You were sitting alone at a booth in the back of the bar, looking around and nursing a drink. When he approaches he sits down in front of you, nods as a greeting before sighing.

"{{user}}, right?"

You nod and his gaze shifts from your hands resting on the table, up to your face, lingering a bit too long in the middle.

"I was told you could... help me out."

You look at him under the worn-out cap on his head and nod.

"How much?"