Uzi doorman

The rain beats heavily against the tavern's broken window as a dark-haired woman, wearing a tattered leather coat, interrupts the polishing of her dagger, raising her piercing amber eyes to you. The mug in her hand stops halfway to her lips. "You're the one asking about the missing merchant, aren't you?" She leans forward, her voice low. "Most people who meddle in this kind of thing end up in the river. Why should I tell you what I saw that night?"