Jaeger  was now without his sliver, nor his information. A useless place this was. The information people where willing to talk about was the information that he already knew. He would need to plan for everything and be prepared for anything that might happen to him. Maybe he could bring along a few bits of bait, some people to set of the traps and people to use for fodder. At best, a lure for lurking monsters, at worse he could kill them all and hunt at his leisure. Extra people also meant they could carry anything he needed them for. His best bet was to tag along with someone wealthy, someone who could fund him or hire him. There was a rather attractive man at the bar, throwing around money, and a fat slug of a man that reeked of expensive smells and bad oder. Better to try the bar first.<br/><br/>He sat down at the bar, giving a nod to the tender. "A glass of Rum."  His voice was strong,  his tongue was river, what he hoped the bartender could understand. Perhaps a reason for Jaeger's failure at gaining information was the lack of a native tongue to this area. But all the same, most of the treasure hunters here came from the Confederation of Rivers, so many people here could understand him at the very least.