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As soon as the question left his mouth, he noticed the elf he passed earlier was now tending the bar. He kicked himself, always ask the bartender first, they know everything. Unsurprisingly the elf, who was a bit fancily dressed for a barmaid, looked at him and replied. “Dorian is at a table in the back, he is the one in the fancy suit drinking fancy wine.”

With a quick smile and a nod doorman started walking towards the back. Almost kicking himself again he turned back towards the bar.

“Oh and could I get a bourbon? Whatever you’ve got is fine.” With a drink finally on the way, and a description in his pocket, he makes his way towards the rear of the bar.

It didn’t take long to find Dorian. By himself with a bottle of wine on ice, and a notebook sitting on the table. This Dorian seemed to carry himself in an almost regal manner, and wore clothing that could only be described as ostentatious. Doorman had dealt with these kinds of people before, but had never been fond of prolonged conversations with them. Doorman assumed he was most likely a corporate investor or possibly the owner, giving the place a quick check-up. It was the odd intensity that exuded from this man that made doorman's uneasiness only grow.

Approaching the table Doorman noticed Dorian was in deep thought. So he gave a quick whistle to try to gain the man's attention.
“Hey, you Dorian? The man who screamed earlier, he’s upstairs and I heard you might know someone who could help.” Doorman was hoping he wouldn’t have to rely on his own contacts, they were rather rude, not to mention expensive. He’d rather only call on them for a more... personal, emergency.