He led her down to the common room and to a table, sitting down with a flop in one of the chairs surrounding the small round table. He was not hungry by any means, but he was thirsty. He asked for some water from the serving woman and then laid his notebook out. He squinted at his scribbled words and muttered about being an idiot for trying to work whist drunk. He waited for her to take a seat before producing his pencil and said, "Tell me more. What does he look like? How tall is he? How does he usually act?"