Swamped

"You must not be Faldak, then," you mutter. After all, there almost certainly isn't anyone who goes by Faldak. "Sorry for the trouble."

That, oddly enough, seems to get a reaction. You see just a hint of fear in their eyes before you turn away. You wonder why - perhaps they don't want to be recognized, and had a moment of worry that you'd identified them? Or perhaps they recognize the Kandrian name, and have an unpleasant history with that country. Hardly unheard of.

But you don't really have time to look into it further. You need to meet this informant, and you've only started dropping Kandrian words as names. It would be one thing if you were following a particular lead, but you can't see how any of these people are likely to be able to tell you anything about what's going on...

Hold on. You just caught a glimpse of something as you passed by another customer. You surreptitiously take a second glance to make sure your eyes weren't playing tricks on you.

At the back of their neck, you can see just a hint of a strap. A strap that matches the ones on the breather masks you've seen tonight. This person might be involved in some suspicious business.

You need to think about how to handle this safely. It could be a strap for something else, for all you know, and they're not involved at all. Or, if they are involved, giving them any sense that you know about the masks might push them into doing something drastic.

Perhaps you could simply keep an eye on them. But you also might learn something interesting if you approach them directly.