Lavina stared wide eyed at the King. He asked her the one piece of information she could not give. She could describe what he looked like, sounded like, his drinking habits, his experience with women (she was certain it was zero), but she did not know his name. She knew most of the regulars, but this one was not around long enough for them to be fully acquainted. She closed her eyes, and though. Maybe she had heard the name while working, or he has causally mentioned it to her in his breif conversation.
NOTHING! This man had asked her to join his secret society, ordered booze, and even implied sexual relations, but failed at giving Lavina his name. Curse these drunken bastards!
She gulped and looked back up the King. His grin was intimidating. “Alas Your Highness, he did not give me his name…But if you would give me the chance, I can surely find this crucial information! He has been a recurring costumer lately at my place of work, and I know that I can get him to reveal his name! Please, Your Highness!” This was the only time Lavina could beg at a mans feet and not feel ashamed.