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My good... person?

While The Man Who Sold the World might have a very tenuous grip on reality, even he is thrown off by Carla.

Varisian? Pah! I am a civilized man. I drink nothing but the finest wines produced in Avistan, Garund, and Casmaron. My palette is so refined I can detect any impurities in the first taste. I have sent back 1,000gp wines because they offended my delicate tongue. There is nothing those wagon dwelling horse thieves create that will ever come close to what I consider quaffable. You there, my good man! He points at Dixon. Dicky has a bottle he keeps for me that no one else is allowed to drink from unless I grace their presence.

A stylish gentleman enters the Boar 'n Oysters. His immaculate clothes are of the latest fashion and he carries himself with a dignified air. He holds a dapper walking stick and a rapier sits at his left hip. He wears a yellow coat lined in white.

Why hellllllooooo, everyone! It is so good to be with all of you once again! I just love an establishment that knows the virtue of fine wine. I say, where is the proprietor? He taps his walking stick on the floor three times.