An old junker at the bar puts up his head as he hears the words "local smuggler".He stood there for a while alone with his drink. He looks at the room to find the person who was speaking. After a while he identifies the man and the women at the table few meters away and looks at them interested "You're lookin' fo' a slaver eh'?"He suddenly appears next to their table. "I know a few...very few. Bu' I could try to help ya'."