I Approach The Barkeep

I head towards the barkeep giving him a seductive smile as he walks towards me with the glass he is cleaning.

"You look like you got something on your mind, lassie." He says with a small smile.

"That may be. What's the word around," I ask, not wanting to elaborate on what exactly I'm looking for.

"Well, there's a few things around." He says.

"What are you not telling me?" I inquire.

The barkeeps looks around the room. It's still busy though it's not overly crowded and the people there are either already drunk or are getting there in great haste. Nobody is really paying attention to the bar. He continues, "Well, it's sensitive information."

I've been around men long enough to look at someone wanting something. The humans might not know it but us elves of the world have a keener sense at reading people when we get enough practice. I wanna know what he will tell me but I'm not entirely willing to pay for it. I've got no money right now but it's for a good reason.