Recudor: Nightly Stroll #2

Sharpe gives Lox a stern look.

"If by that you mean upgrade it, maybe. You likely know more about protraction than me anyway. But I'm going to hold onto it for a while, it's use ends when it breaks, or when there's no longer and ammunition for it. Besides, as a protraction-reliant piece of iron, it's probably going to have a *a lot* more ammo plentiful for it than my current carry piece." He says, pulling out trusty heavy pistol for comparison.

"I don't think you've seen this part of my arsenal yet, have you? It's an older pistol, based on an old world design. Gas-operated. forty-four calibre, magnum. Magazine-fed. You can't really find these anywhere outside the military, thus where I got it. Sadly I don't have much ammunition left for it. I have a full magazine and two short of another, so I have to save it for the big shit. This pistol though... It should have enough power and stability, and the ammo plentiful enough to prove more viable for every day threats. So, we'll see how well it performs. Either way, it looks to be a keeper." He explains, at length, and realizes he's been rambling. He holsters his pistol.

He looks around, scratching his stubble which has become less of a stubble now and has some hair in places.

"Seeing as we're in the Northern District, maybe we should find an inn, find someone who could give us another lead instead of a dead investigator." He says, looking over at Lox, then takes notice of the key.

"Where you think that might go?"

Lox smiles a bit as he takes the money, soon after his gaze shifts to the key. He examined it curiously for a moment before shifting his attention to Sharpe's explanation for his firearm. "Oh, I didn't know you carried a firearm as well. I guess it's to be expected from a military man though." Lox tilted his head a bit and rested his chin between his right index finger and thumb, while supporting his elbow with his left forearm. "I guess I would be looking to upgrade it...at least that's the more optimistic way of looking at it. I was kinda hoping to maybe dissect it, and play around with it's overall functionality. Though I didn't realize you also used a pistol, and once that was so scarce on ammunition at that. Depending on when I get to getting my supplies, and how much I can get, I might try making some experimental rounds for that revolver though."

As Sharpe suggests an inn, Lox nods in agreement. "Yeah, that seems like a pretty good place to gather some info. Hopefully someone there knows about Wayfarrow, I'm curios to know more about her and her 'hobbies'. Though at this point anything on her, Tisperry, or Clarent would be great. After the inn though, we might wanna think about heading back to the house, we don't wanna be getting back there as everyone's waking up." Lox takes a closer look at the key once Sharpe inquires as to it's purpose, and after a moment all Lox can seem to muster is a nonchalant shrug as he tucks it away into a side pocket on his backpack. "I have no clue to be honest, though it looks important, so I'll keep an eye out for anything it might unlock."

Sharpe looks at Lox, grinning.

"I'd carry a lot more than just one firearm, man."

He begins making his way out of the apartment and out of the building as well.

"What do you mean by experimental rounds?" he asks, turning to Lox.

"You mean like, element-related or something more interesting? You'd be surprised what we had in Teyness as far as alternative ammunition goes, but I'll take whatever you give me, considering the previous threats we've faced." He says.

He opens the door and peaks outside, in every direction, even above. No sign of the intruder, so they can go about their business. There should be an inn near one of the gates.

Lox chuckles lightly at Sharpe's firearm comment and nods slightly. "Ah, I see, my bad."

"Well to be honest when it comes to the runes I use, the elements in their purest form are kinda dangerous to play around with. The runes simply provide the element, rather than control them. For instance if I were to create an ice bullet it could end up flash freezing your gun as soon as you pull the trigger. I was thinking more along the lines of utility, like a flare that would be compatible with your gun, maybe a bullet that provides a smokescreen, or possibly a spread shot. Maybe not the most exciting rounds to use but I figure they'd be useful given the right circumstances." Lox smiled a bit nervously as he lightly scratched the back of his head. He figured his explanation probably sounded a bit dull, but he figured he should be straight with the guy before he starts expecting some sort of exploding dragon bullets.

Lox follows Sharpe out of the building, seeing Sharpe give such a careful examination of their surroundings Lox attempted to mimic him a bit, though a military man would easily spot his hasty, amateurish gaze as he exited the building.

Having thoroughly checked their surroundings, Sharpe makes his way in the direction he believes one of the northern Inns. Sure enough there is one just a block down from where he is between the two sections leading out of the north and into the wilderness, and out of the north towards the central district. The lights inside are on and from a quick glance through the stained glass the two of them can see there are plenty people moving about inside.

As usual, Sharpe takes the lead and opens the door.

The inside of the Inn is pretty big and set up like most with a restaurant area and bar in the front, and rooms for guests in the back, with two stairs on each side of the room leading up to a second floor, and a hallway in between them.

At the bar is a barkeep, who just got done serving a man a drink and then picks up a glass to clean as he entertains the man with some conversation. The barkeep himself is lean and kind of square, but not very large. The man is wearing rather unfitting glasses and has a neatly trimmed beard and short hair to accompany his loose shirt, jeans and apron.

The man in front of him, sitting hunched over on a stool with his arms resting on the bar is wearing a clean suit vest and dress pants  and is clean shaven with short hair also. His expression is a little moody but he smiles at the drink given to him and immediately gulps half the glass down.

Elsewhere in the room there are various square tables with some cloth draped over each of them to give the place a more finer appeal. Three of the several tables are occupied. The one closest to the door, right by a window with two benches on each side, has a lady dressed in a fur coat, possibly age 40 or so in company of some generic looking noble youngster, clearly way to young for her. Sharpe can guess by his appearance and awkward smiles that the boy is probably only 20 years or so old.

On the far side of the room are three men sitting together with some papers on their desk conducting some late night business. They're arguing feverishly among one another, but not in any loud or disruptive member. All three of them look similar to the man at the bar, either in suits or vests, although their age differs by quite a lot.

Lastly, sitting all by himself, is an exhausted man in one of the corners next to the stairs. The man, shaking nervously and riddled with sweat,  is playing about with something. Fiddling around on a small box on the table and sighing occasionally.

Overall Sharpe would have expected more people at the Inn, but then again this wasn't a bar, and it was likely that many of the occupants had returned to their rooms for some rest.
Not more than a moment has passed since Sharpe and Lox entered the Inn, when a young woman approaches the two of them to greet them. "Welcome to Aubrey's Conquest Inn," she says with a smile, holding a clipboard with some paper against her chest as she gives a slight bow. "Are you here to dine or would you wish to stay for the night?" she asks the two, prepping her clipboard to write down notes on her customers desires as is common custom.

During the walk to the inn, Sharpe addresses Lox's suggestion of sub-ammunition.

"Oh, I was thinking more along the lines of Dragon's Breath or things of that nature. You might also have to worry about the normal dangers of a gun, like using the wrong cartridge. If I used nine millimeter or twelve-point-seven, instead of forty-four for example, could make the gun explode. I don't even know if you can repair that." he says, though his elaboration might be lost a bit on the more arcana-inclined Lox.

Upon reaching the inn and being offered a menu Sharpe puts up his hand.

"Thank you, but we're here on business rather than R&R. If we need something we'll holler."

He walks over to the bar and seats two stools away from the man in the suit, putting his elbows on the counter. He looks to the barkeep.

"I am looking for someone, a girl with brown hair, red eyes, black hoodie with a long orange scarf. Looks about eighteen. Might have seemed real tired and yet restless and driven, like she was looking for something. Seen anybody around here that might fit that description?"

Lox nods along with Sharpe's explanation. "Yeah I've done a bit of research on the mechanizations of a few different guns, I probably won't really get into any big experiments with ammo until I've had a chance to start rebuilding my library a bit. I'd like to start collecting some books once again since I had to leave my old collection behind."

Once they entered the inn, Lox took a quick look around the room before the two of them were approached by the young woman. He remains quiet as Sharpe dismisses the lady, but raises a brow quizzically as he walks over to the bar and begins questioning the bartender. Lox shrugs a bit before quickly approaching the woman once again. "I'm sorry miss, my friend didn't mention that we're on a bit of a search. A friend of ours went missing and we've been trying to track her down. You see most of the people that come through here right? Have you seen an eighteen year old brunette girl? She has red eyes and most likely was wearing a black hoodie and an orange scarf. On the off chance you actually got a chance to talk to her, she goes by the name Clarent."

As Lox awaited her answer, he took another quick look around the room, observing some of the other people sitting at their tables as if he were selecting a target, the slightly older woman sitting with the younger man was interesting to him. He figured she was either on a romantic date with the young man, or he was her son. The more Lox thought about it the more he began to realize how he could take advantage of the former of the two situations, a devious grin began to form on his face for a slight moment before he shook the thought from his head and turned his attention back to the woman who had welcomed him and Sharpe.

When Sharpe makes his way to the bar, Lox asks the waitress about Clarent. The woman stops in her stride and turns to face him. "Oh, you're looking for a friend?" she asks, her tone and appearance isn't as professional and business-like as it was before. The two of them engage in a little chat with one another, but ultimately the woman fails to recognize the description.
"I'm really sorry, sir." she says and gives a slight bow before dismissing herself to tend one of the other tables.


The barkeep finishes cleaning one of the glasses and puts it on a cupboard behind him before turning to Sharpe. "Hey there." he says in a welcoming tone, resting his hands on the counter. "Not sure, memory's kinda foggy." he starts, "Thirsty? Maybe you'd like to buy a drink? I have some pretty good stuff in stock."
The man turns to look at his shelf, lined with various beers, wines, and other alcohol. He finds a rather fancy green bottle with a very intricate pattern in the sides and presents it to Sharpe. "See this? bought it on my trip to Soiyam, it was found in a recently excavated part of the deep ruins, so this has been sitting underwater for hundreds of years, if not more. It's a bit costly, for sure, but you won't have anything quite like it in your whole life." he says and puts the bottle on the counter, giving Sharpe a friendly smile.

Sharpe looks down at the drink, raising an eyebrow.

"If it's old it must have aged well, assuming it's that kind of liquor. Looks like something heavy too. How much would a shot be? If this ends up being some absinthe or something though I'll have none of it."

He picks up the bottle, looking over the details if there are any. As he does so, he starts talking to the barkeep about Clarent again.

"You sure you don't remember anything about her? Her name would be Clarent, in case you caught a whiff of her name."

Lox nods a bit as the woman gives her answer, "Okay, thank you for your help." He says as she excuses herself. With a smirk on his face, his attention turns once again to the middle aged woman and the young man. Lox placed his left hand on his right shoulder and slowly rolled his neck a bit until he felt a small pop, clearly his throat soon after before finally making his way over to their table. He tried to mask his nervousness as he approached, knowing his plan was a pretty risky one.

Once he approaches Lox quickly sits down on the bench opposite of the woman, scooting close enough to the man to snake his arm behind him and place a hand on the man's shoulder. Lox gives the woman a friendly smile as he speaks up, interrupting the two without a care. "Sorry for the intrusion miss, I just saw you from across the room and was taken aback by your beauty. Though I was curious as to why a woman of clearly refined taste such as yourself, would be wasting her time with a man who is clearly pretending to be much younger than he actually is." As Lox finished speaking, he began to focus his energy into his palm which was currently resting on the man's shoulder. He tightened his grip to hide the greenish glow that the rune he had painted on earlier was beginning to emit. Within a few seconds the rune began to transform the molecular structure of the air around the man's head by adding small amounts of Sulfur Hexafluoride. Lox was careful not to harm the man, only adding amounts that would deepen his voice enough to hopefully convince the woman and maybe make him a little light headed an unavoidable side effect, but one that would never do any damage.

Lox managed to maintain a straight face throughout his actions, despite the fact that he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He kept his gaze on the woman, as he attempted to ride out his bluff, praying in the back of his head that the situation was what it looked like, and not just a mother son outing.

The man next to lox leans forward, clearly uncomfortable with how close the two of them are. He opens his mouth to speak, "What are you on ab- huh?" his eyes widen a bit in surprise and he rubs his fingers against his throat. "What's happening? What is the meaning of this?" the guy asks, clearly shocked by his sudden change in voice.
The woman, whose expression is in equal measures of shock and curiosity, stares at the guy only adding to the sudden tension. "That is what I would like to know." she states, having suddenly lost all interest in the man. "Get out, Liar." she says to him and crosses her arms.

Embarrassed and frustrated the man pushes out from the bench, shoving lox out with him, who stands up and lets the man pass. He looks at Lox in confusion and then back to the woman who is still staring at him. His expression then twists a little and he pushes himself past lox grumbling something. As he gets to the exit he turns to the two and mutters "You'll regret that!" before stomping his way out of the Inn.

"My my... men these days..." the woman says, more to herself than to Lox and invites him to sit. "How'd you know?" she asks him, trying to calm herself from the supposed deceit.




The bartender raises an eyebrow as the man leaves in anger, checking real quick to make sure there isn't any hassle. Having confirmed the continued peace he returns his attention back to Sharpe. "Not to sure, like said." the barkeep says and pulls up a small glass. Not a shot glass, but something modest. "As for that" he continues, nodding at the bottle. "It's not so much strong as it is old and full of flavor. A really uncommon spicy taste to it. 'Said to give a man insight on his problems." he explains when he is interrupted by the other man. "Yeah, and an empty wallet to boot."

The both of them laugh a little and the barkeep leans on the counter. "Only a single gold. It's not all that bad for something so rare, eh?" he says with a smile.

Sharpe turns around, seeing the man that had looked a bit on the young size now saying "You'll regret that!" with a surprisingly deeper voice. Sharpe moves his eyebrows up, then down again thinking nothing of it and looks back at the barkeep.

"Eh, it's getting late, and even though it's rare I'm not that desperate. Gotta save some of it, ya know? Maybe I'll come back after I make a bit, you know?" He says and gets up. He walks over to Lox, who seems to maybe been involved with the seeming young man.

"Making friends as opposed to enemies I hope?" He says. He turns to look at the woman and he takes his hate off, bowing.

"I hope my friend here isn't causing any trouble. Maybe you could help us out there. You see, we're looking for someone who's gone missing lately. She's a friend of mine. Her name is Clarent, she looks about eighteen or so, brown hair, red eyes, medium-short height, orange scarf, black hoodie. Pants also, her pants have these V-shaped cuts along her thighs. Might have looked extremely tired, restless, looking for something. Know anything? Sorry if this seems kinda abrupt, just she went missing earlier this week and we just got her back."

Lox stood from the bench to allow the man to storm out before sitting back down and facing the woman, a small chuckle passing his lips as she spoke. "I...uh..I guess I just have an eye for that sort of thing." Lox gives the woman a warm smile, which despite being fake Lox felt was fairly convincing. After a moment he spoke up once again. "Sorry to have ruined your date miss, but I figured the liar had what was coming to him. Also, I apologize for my rather unimpressive rags, I kinda left the house in a hurry tonight and didn't have a chance to change into some of my more suitable clothes. My name is-" Lox suddenly finds himself interrupted by Sharpe, his false smile vanishing and his eyes widening slightly for only a moment. He turns to Sharpe as he asks his question about making friends or enemies. "Pretty much breaking even at the moment." Lox adds before Sharpe begins to question the woman about Clarent. He lets out a soft sigh and stands up from the bench before the woman can answer Sharpe's questioning, placing his hand on Sharpe's shoulder to pull him away, turning their backs to the woman as Lox began to whisper to Sharpe.

" Hey, you gotta be careful man, I'm not exactly being straightforward with her, which I guess is fairly ironic seeing as I kinda framed her date, but that's neither here nor there. I figured a wealthy looking woman like that might be pretty intertwined in the community, even if she hasn't seen Clarent, she might know Mr. Tisperry, or Sylvia Wayfarrow. There are still other people in here to ask, let me handle her for a bit. I imagine someone like her will take a bit of convincing, snooty types like her usually have something to hide, and if I'm gonna find that out she'll need to believe I'm in the same class as her."

Once Lox finishes muttering to Sharpe, he gives him a quick wink before turning back to the woman, quickly looking back to Sharpe once again as he speaks up for the woman to hear him this time. "Don't worry Mr. Carver, we'll find her soon, in the mean time ask around a bit more, or grab yourself a drink to calm the nerves a bit." Lox put up another smile as he sat back down at the bench, turning his attention back to the woman as he attempted to cover his tracks a bit. "Please, accept my dearest apologies, Mr. Carver lost someone very close to him the other day. Having been a very faithful bodyguard for quite a few years now, I felt I owed it to him to help in his search when he came to me tonight. We have been searching for quite a while though, so I thought it was time to take a small break, and maybe chat up a beautiful woman while I'm at it."

Unsurprisingly, the woman looks rather displeased when Sharpe suddenly appears. "What, missing?" she asks, a bit shocked from the sudden interrogation. "What's the meaning of this?" she asks Lox who then discretely discusses things with Sharpe.
After returning his attention back to the woman she's left sitting with a questioning gaze, which then quickly returns to normal as he explains his situation.

"Oh," she starts, glancing back at Sharpe and then back to Lox. "Well, I do hope your, um... bodyguard, finds his dearest soon."
She adjusts her seating position as Lox continues his explaination along with an apology. She blushes very slightly when Lox referrs to her as a beautiful woman, her age now a bit more visible as she is caught off guard and flattered. "My, I'm glad you think so. You're not too bad looking yourself. Pretty young, hm?" she answers and folds her hands on the table. "You must be very successful, to have such status at your age."

"As for your bodyguard's dearest. Information usually passes by the Barkeep a lot. ...Drunknards and... troubled people often spill out plenty of information- especially around these parts, where no one has anyone else to turn to without, just... ruining their image."
The woman holds up a hand, ordering the waitress over. Within no time at all the waitress is at the little booth, with a notepad in hand. "Yes, how can I help you?" she asks courteously.
The woman across from Lox answers by ordering some strange sounding beverage, Lox recognizes to be a wine commonly grown locally in Na'hog.
"For the three of you?" the waitress asks while looking at Sharpe for confirmation, when the woman shakes her head and replies, "Just us two, thank you." and dismisses the waitress.

Sharpe looks at here, then shifts his eyes for a view of Lox's face as he pulls him back.

"Y-yeah, sorry, I can be a bit abrupt, sorry." He looks at the woman after Lox's reasoning. Boy's sly he'll give him that.

"Sorry to disturb." He says and tips his hat. He walks a few paces inward the inn, and hears what Lox calls him as a cover. 'Mister Carver'. Sounds decent enough, he might use that if he ever needs to conceal his identity. He walks around a bit, looking for anyone who might be willing to spill drops of information, possible due to their drops of liquor as the woman suggested.

Lox's face reddened slightly as the woman returned his compliment, and as she began discussing his age he chuckled a bit nervously for a moment, buying him a little time to think of what he would say to her that she would believe. After a short moment he clears his throat and nods slightly. "...Yeah I guess I'm a bit successful, I interned as an inventor for a while, the internship ended a little while back and I was accepted for the job." As he spoke, Lox began to wonder if he could begin fishing a little more information out of her, and so after a bit of silence he decided to continue a bit further. "During my internship I used to work under a Miss Sylvia Wayfa- sorry, Doctor Sylvia Wayfarrow. It used to drive her nuts when I forgot the doctor title." Lox chuckled slightly before finally silencing himself enough for the woman to order some wine for the two of them. He examined her reaction as he dropped the name, and hoped for some sort of lead on the matter.

When she ordered the wine, Lox did his best to mask his anxiety with a warm smile. He had never had so much as a drop of alcohol, and wine is far from a hard liquor, he still began to panic. He wondered if he could get out of drinking it without alarming the woman, as he didn't wish to do anything to disturb his current train of thought. For the moment he simply continued his flirting while comparing options in the back of his head. "Oh? Trying to get me drunk miss...um...I'm sorry I don't believe I caught your name yet." As he spoke he began to think of a fake name for himself to present to her, it didn't take long before it finally hit him, a name that he felt was more than perfect.

"My name is Cyppor."

"The name's Anne," she answers him with a delightful smile. She brings up her hands and folds them to rest her head on, staring into Lox's eyes as the two talk. "So you've worked with a Doctor before? What an enticing thought." she says. "You will most certainly have to show me your Inventions sometime." she suggests to Lox.

Sharpe sighs and stops for a moment, staring back at the bar with intent. He had been so caught up in his straightfoward, get results approach that he forgot the concept of subtlety. He approaches the bar again and sits back down. He takes out a gold coin and flips it on the bar.

"Sorry, I was a little... head-strong earlier. You mentioned you have a wine from Soiyam? I actually have a thing for liquor, just I don't get around to it often. Most of the time I have to deal with bears, not often i get to partake in something so... delectable. Care to let me indulge?" He asks of the bartender. He's let the multitude of events take him by storm, and he shouldn't. He needs to narrow his list of things to do, narrow his objectives. Something bigger than just what concerns their group is taking place, and most of them aren't at all aware of it.

Lox smiles as he mirrors the woman's actions, folding his hands for his chin to settle on while he returns her gaze. His smile hid the disappointment at her lack of reaction to the name, though he had not yet given up hope. "It's a pleasure to meet you Anne!" Lox's smile began to turn into a slightly seductive smirk, or at least his attempt at one, not perfect, but passable. After a moment he continued a it further. "Yeah doctor Wayfarrow was nice, but a bit closed off, she was never willing to share much of her personal life outside of a name she accidentally dropped once." He chuckles a bit at the mention of an invention, and shakes his head on his knuckles a bit. "Well I haven't made anything too impressive yet, I have a few blueprints in the work, but nothing to show off yet."

The barkeep smiles at Sharpe, happy that the man had finally gotten the hint. He proudly presents the bottle again and begins to pour Sharpe a generously sized glass. "Yes, you see. This beauty has been found in one of the new passageways they found in Soiyam not that long ago. Supposedly it's been ripening there for an unbelievable amount of time, so what bottles were there are being sold as exotics."

Suddenly in a very talkative mood, the man hands Sharpe his drink, holding up the bottle briefly and nodding in thanks. He then stashes the bottle away again and leans against the bar. "I hope you enjoy it, its one in maybe only a thousand bottles- at least that's what the man said I bought it from. He's a very credible man who often comes by when he's on travels or errands from Soiyam. Speaking of which... Now that I think of it, he mentioned one of the most curious things I've heard in a while." The man pauses for a bit and gets closer to Sharpe, clearly about to give him some more sensitive information. "You know a lot of people come by here, and a lot of people like to talk. A lot of people tend to see things, whether they're sober or drunk. It's all rumors you know? But... so my friend here I was talking about said he saw a curious young girl fitting your description. She looked totally out of it and passed him on the road just outside of the city gates. He asked her if she was alright but she yelled at him, took off, stumbled a few times, and then hid in some church near the woods. He said it was weird she would go there, as nobody has been there for years. Only reason the place is still standing is because its under protection, what with it being a historical sight and what not. In either case, if you're planning on going after that young lady I'd recommend waiting. From the sounds of it the city guard has been staking the place out. Knowing them they wont let you on the sight without a ton of paperwork. Heh." The man then laughs a little and pushes himself away from the bar, picking up another dirty glass and beginning to clean it. "You know how those types are. Anyways, s'all I know."




Over at Lox's and Anne's table, Lox can tell that the woman in front of him shows little interest in what he has to say. "Right, right" she answers him, nodding casually and pretending to show interest. She looks a bit more lively as she begins to speak herself. "We'll a fine young man like yourself surely has some interesting things here or there to show off. I'd gladly visit you some time. If you'd like?" she says with yet another suggestive grin at him.

Sharpe nods at the bartender.

"That is indeed odd." He says, taking a brief swig of the drink and letting the taste sit in his mouth.

"Man that is good... Anything, thanks for the info. If I may ask, why is the place considered a historical site? I imagine maybe it was sacred to a great deal of people, or maybe it was host to something at least of significance in some way to the whole of the city." He takes another gulp, and continues.

"How long you figure the guard's going to be there? If they're not there tomorrow I'll probably go and check the place out."

Lox gives an obviously nervous laugh at Anne's suggestion, this time unable to hide his discomfort for many reasons. As his face began to grow a bit more red, he cleared his throat a little before speaking up. "Well to be honest I dunno if I'm gonna be going home tonight with the search for this girl. Though if you're okay with telling me your address, I'd love to come visit you tomorrow night!" Lox gives her a quick wink, followed up by a smirk. He didn't want her to suspect that he may not end up seeing her after this night, which would be the truth if he could have it his way.

The barkeep laughs a little at the mention of the guards. "Heh, well... The guards have the attention span of newborn babies. If you ask me my guess is they will be done with their business by tomorrow, indeed. And the church? Well it was part of the Initial city. You see, the south and the north of recudor used to be two independent villages. With Recure up north being a small trading post to give Global more reach through the kingdom and the southern Dodori village being a small fishing town, up until both villages grew so large they may as well merge. And well, they did. In either case, you don't need a history lesson from me. The church was the first to be built in this region, and it houses the remains of some older historical figures, like the 'Baron Phauben' and the 'Three Heroes'."





Anne smiles at Lox and nods in acknowledgement. "So you make it sound like you're leaving soon?" she asks to confirm. "I'll probably be here for a short while longer and then head home myself, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow"

Sharpe nods again to the Bartender and gets up from the bar stool.

"Thanks for the info and the drink. I'll make sure to come back and give you my patronage in the future." He says, and walks over to just behind Lox.

"May I sit and wait while you chat? I've gotten what I needed." He says, looking at him, then his sight wanders to the woman, and he nods to her out of respect, though trying to mind his own business for now.

Once Sharpe wanders back over to their table Lox gives a slight nod to Anne, his smile still holding strong as he stands from the booth. "Well then I'll be here tomorrow night! Until then have a lovely evening Anne!" Lox gives the middle aged woman a quick wink before turning to Sharpe. "Actually if you have the information we should be on our way." Lox steps away from the booth, his smile fading once his back is turned to the woman. He looks to Sharpe as he makes his way to the door, clearly trying to rush their exit a bit. "Shall we continue searching, or are we heading home for the night?"