The foreigner claimed to know of Murphy's situation. This awoke some sketisicm in the dejected ex-officer. He finally looked the man in the eyes, and what he saw were eyes he recognized quite well. The man had the same slightly deranged glint in his eyes that he saw in his own every tome he looked into the mirror. This kinship was all Murphy needed to convince himself of the man's authenticity.<br/><br/>"I believe you, you have the same look in your eyes as myself."<br/><br/>Murphy was about to coninue talking to the man when an unusual figure entered the pub. A woman, seemingly dressed as a servant of some kind. Murphy wondered what business she had in this den of pleasures and debauchery. this question answered himself when the woman walked up to him and his newfound arab comrade and asked whether one of them was Murphy. Murphy was just about to answer her question when the arab cut him off. A slight chuckle escaped Murphy's lips as the man used the exact same rude greeting he had used himself.<br/><br/>It seemed to quite unsettle the woman however, as she briefly had to regain her composure before firmly asking for murphy once more. "Yeah, I'm Murphy, now lady, deliver your message and run on back home. This is no place for innocent womenfolk such as yourself." It was as much a threat as it was a warning, Murphy knew of the kind of clientele that lurked in places like this, and he didn't doubt there were already men making their move to try and woo this lady.