While drinking his whiskey Tony looked around the bar. He couldn't guess for who most of the people worked even by their uniforms since it was his first time that deep into Bretonia. And the miners didn't have any strict rule for clothing. But one person catched his sight. It was the woman with the black trenchcoat. She looked really familiar with the gal he had talked with at Manhattan. He then shrugged and continued drinking his whiskey.