Apparently, the Pub had hired a new bartender, as there was someone the regulars would not recognize behind the counter, wiping down glasses and dressed in the old, stereotypical barkeep garb. His hair was slicked back, and he had a very stylish goatee, which seemed out of place in the room. Leaning against his hip was a cane, simple and plain, which may have just been for show or may have been to help him walk; it was uncertain as he didn't seem to move from that one spot.

Every once in a while he smile and give some advice to the patrons, friendly-like, charming. If he looked a certain way, or laughed with his mouth open, there was a glint of silver. Strange.

Even stranger was the fact that the large mirror behind him seemed to reflect a different image: smokey gray suit and a top hat.

So come, take a seat, grab a glass, and tell this nice man of your troubles.

Surely he can help.