The thug trembles lightly, his wild eyes glancing back and forth between the sibling pair, as though unable to decide which is the more dangerous.  He swallows nervously, and then flinches, as this draws more attention to his throat.  "I'll... I'll tell ye what I know, though it's not much.  I pray you will be merciful."  He shudders again, drawing a deep breath, rallying enough of his composure to speak.<br/><br/>"The server... he's one of them.  The<em>Fratellos</em>.  They operate out of that bar.  They keep us on hire if they need a little extra muscle.  I don't know which of them are members, but if they give us the password, we're supposed to help them.  That guy gave us the password.  So, uh, we accosted you."  He shrugs a little apologetically.<br/><br/>"As to where he's going, I don't know.  They just operate out of the bar, I don't think the management is usually there.  Maybe he went to warn them?"<br/><br/>He shakes his head at Isabella's description, confused.  "Maybe?  It's possible.  I don't remember for sure.  But I think the<em>Fratellos</em>have something to do with women.  I've seen some pretty ones go in there.  Really pretty, prettier than any you'd see around here."  He coughs reddening slightly.  "Kinda like you, milady."  He bobs his head, clearly hoping the respectful term will earn him some mercy.  "Anyway, they go in, but they never come out.  Maybe your friend was one of those?"