A toff? What exactly is a toff?
He shook the thought from his mind. It didn't really matter. Probably an insult, or some local term for outsiders like himself. "Right," he breathed. "Please. Sit down."
He nearly rolled his eyes at himself immediately, considering the woman was already seated. He took another nervous sip of his ale and leaned in a little closer, as if he were going to deliver her the most top-secret objective that ever existed in this hellhole of a rock.
"Someone stole all of my money," he began to explain. "I want to hire you to get it back for me."
And so he explained the entire situation to her, embarrassing as it may have been. He started with inheriting his family's vast fortune, and then he told her about meeting Luna back in La'marri, falling in love with her - lingering on his love for her a little longer than he probably should have, moving to Zantaric to live with her and her family, and being robbed and left stranded in a foreign land.
He also informed her that he had no idea where they might be, but he did know that they were somewhere here. The best he could do was offer her a description, a very-detailed description, of Luna. From her dark hair to her fair skin, every curve, her smile, her eyes, quirks and mannerisms.
"I don't have much money right now," he admitted. "But if you get me back what is mine, I'll happily split it with you. I have a lot of money. Had, I s'pose."
When he was finished, he took another sip of the ale, leaving an empty glass on the table.