The tavern, which is no different from others of the same kind, was filled with laughter, the hum of cheerful and tipsy voices, and the same people. But nevertheless, among all people, one still differed: tall, with sharp features, on one half of which severe burns are visible. And what distinguishes him from others is his piercing gaze. But then Rience rises and heads towards you.

"I know your face."

The only thing he says when he sits down at your table, practically without taking his bright, piercing eyes off the person in front of him.