Fortunately for Octavius, Barrow isn't exactly a master of accents; it obviously sounds posh to his ears, and he can usually pick out Orlesian or Antivan, but otherwise, the kid could be from anywhere.

He, on the other hand, sounds about as common as they come.

"Fun never stops," he remarks, digging a pre-rolled cigarette out of a pouch on his belt and lighting it with his Riftwatch-issue runestone, falling silent a moment as he gives it a testing puff or two. Once satisfied by his work, he leans back with a quiet, decidedly middle-aged-sounding groan, and takes a proper drag.

"Sorry this has to be how we meet," he adds, "Byerly vouched for you, but I've still got to do the whole rigmarole. What brought you to the Gallows?"