The Khalmar wandered into the saloon, looking around with a slightly dazed expression on his robotic face. Despite his metallic body, he seemed to carry himself with concern.
"H-h-hello?" he stuttered. "I heard this is a place where people hunt things based on traces?" He wrung his tentacles in concern.
"You see, a pair of friends of mine have gone missing. They went on a sea expedition, and I'm very concerned about them. The only hint I have as to their whereabouts is this seashell I found. I'll buy a General trap if I need to, but please... I'm very worried!"