"Well, I'll be! By the Almighty above, this here grub's gotta be the best vittles I've had in a dog's age."
"Thank you mate, I just try my best."
"Well, reckon your best's better'n anyone else's, my friend."
"So, tell me mate. How come you're inside these walls? I've never seen you around and you were definitely not summoned by the king.."
"What makes ya think that, big fella?"
"Because you're eating at me pub. You'd be in the palace by now."
"Maybe this here tavern suits my fancy more than a royal feast."
"So, the king didn't summon you?"
"Nah."
"Aren't you a funny one."
"You reckon so?"
"Sure do, friend. But back to the matter at hand—what's really brought you around these parts?"
"I'm huntin' someone of interest."
"Oh. Is it someone of importance?"
"Not particularly, but under the circumstances, I'd say yes."
"Aye, I see what you mean. Someone I might know?"
"Don't reckon so. He ain't from these parts."
"Then why would he end up here?"
