[ Noctis rolls his eyes and folds his sketch, tucking it away in his back pocket and out of sight. Yeah, okay, he knows that was pretty bad. But he got information, so that has to count for something, right. ]

Older. Balding. Got a few metal teeth he probably made by melting down his own wares. She said he sells his less, uh, above-board items out of the attic above his shop.

[ He glances down the street and waves vaguely. ]

Back alley place by a bar next street over. Seems like a shit location for a jeweler's.