"Well lads' I'm aroun' sometimes in Bretonia." He hesitates to take seat. "Erm, fo' introducin' maself: I'm Calvis. You dun' need to know more." He looks at the seat the woman is pointing at like it could bite him. "The slaver you're askin' fo', I could probably know 'im. Bu' I need mo' informations an' maybe a lil' drink first." He grins and shows his white teeth. "Maybe you an' your lil' friend 'ere could tell me mo' when you wan' ma help." He finally takes seat and sighs. "Bah seems like work fo' me eh'?"