"Marcus Tillman. Private Eye," he muttered. "She was a courtesan, so it makes sense that she would skip town with another man. Pah, women. Don't know what they want. They say they want something and then the moment they get it..." He slammed his palm on the counter. "Gone, in an instant. Women, pah!" He drained a quarter of the tankard of its contents. "What about you, what's your name?"