The man looks you in the eye, his gaze shaky and unfocused. He looks as if at any moment, his face would give way to a downpour of tears, but he manages to collect himself enough to speak.

"My son's missing-" he stutters. "I've been looking for hours, just... searching everywhere, but-"

And he falters. The barkeep, a tiefling woman, glances for a moment, her gaze unwavering.