<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2f/Screen_Shot_2019-04-02_at_9.39.50_PM.png)</div>You’ve been waiting for nearly an hour by the time Max Murlock walks through the door. You immediately notice his disheveled appearance and worried look as he makes his way over to the table. He drops his fedora onto the table and reaches for a drink, draining it quickly.<br/><br/>“Thank you for coming friends, I’m in a spot of trouble. Lady Nora approached me and asked that I find her missing husband. She fears he is been kidnapped or worse, but the Watch isn’t taking his disappearance seriously."<br/><br/>“That’s where you come in. You see... I’m not actually a private investigator. I just sort of... play one. Ladies love a dark, brooding bad boy — *cough cough* anyway — the lady suspects he might have been slumming at a watering hole in Middle Dura when he was taken. I’ve had my run-ins with the law, so I can’t get within one hundred feet of the place before being chased off by the Watch. I’m a lover, not a fighter."<br/><br/>“I’ve got 50 galifars with your names on it if you can get to the bottom of this mystery and make me look like the hero. What d’you sa... hey wait as sec, who are you?”<br/><br/>Max directs the question at Wynnie, having finally clued in to the fact there is an unfamiliar face at the table.