You almost stumble backwards out of the bar once the smell of sweat, smoke and alcohol washes over you, but then you spot him. There he sits at the bar, apparently looking for something at the bottom of his glass. As soon as you approach him he looks and and addresses you with quite slurred words

A friendly in this part of the belt? It has been a tough since Ceres… Core-Worldlers haven’t exactly gotten more popular around here. What plagues you, though? You must be desperate to come to me.