Bars are good sources of information. Depending on the people, of course. The regular is only an expert when freed of the influence of alcohol. The infrequent tippler an expert source only for matters concerning themselves. Better he angle directly towards the person who serves everybody: the bartender.

He slides onto the nearest stool and hides his briefcase under the counter. Barely a month has passed but he has already settled in. Offering his services to Mag as a doctor on call, patching up those who suffer unfortunate slices and scrapes. Fortunately, this country seems to value medical science more than magical. It's a fact he's grateful for as he puts in his order.

"Water. One slice of lemon and no ice."