"... This is pretty good stuff."
Despite his lax words, the look on Kly's face showed true surprise. "Barkeep, did you make this?"
"Of course I did. You don't see anyone else in here, do you?"
"Well, it's splendid! Truly the best bar food I've ever had. And I never expected it come from a man such as yourself," Kly complimented. And he meant it. Just looking at the barkeep's strange, face-covering headwrap, how would Kly expect a blind man to have such capabilities?
"Thanks. As my first official customer, I'm glad you're happy. Refill?"
"Yes, please." As his glass was filled with more wine, Kly asked, "What's your name, barkeep?"
"Mine? I'm Bil. After my accident, I don't even remember my last name, so just Bil."
"Bill… Well, Bil, expect a great tip tonight! This is a perfect send-off before my long journey!" Kly cheered, raising his glass with pride before taking a long sip.
