Near the back of the room, a tall dark-haired man was sitting, staring at the crowd.

Taithlon glanced at Eliope, 'I'll give this a go, try looking around' she smiled and sauntered over to the man, making sure not to do a direct approach and simply start dancing near him until she knew he'd noticed her.

The man looked up for a moment, but then looked away. He knew she had intentions of some kind.

She smiled and walked over, "Privet" she said quietly, pushing her hair back and looked up at him dead in the eyes.

((Just presume everything said is in Russian I guess?))

"Hello. Can I help you?" the man asked, frowning slightly. He took a sip from the large tankard in front of him.

"Maybe" she frowned at the drink, but didn't comment. It was his life. She lent on one leg and crossed her arms, wearing a bored expression.

"Maybe is not a good enough description." He said, sitting up straight. "I am a renaissance man, a jack of all trades, but I cannot help you unless you tell me what you need."

Taithlon smiled and her fingers drummed across her arm, "I need things that may not be considered legal. From someone who won't ask questions."

"I'm interested." the man said.

She smiled and reached out her hand to shake, "Beriya." she gave her human surname, "Nice to meet you. I'm going to presume you're a high up rather than a trading rookie, any relations to the mafia?" she tried to pries more information out of him