Horizon of Darkness

"He probably has an IQ of around fifty, that scoundrel," Zeikin replied to Nikte with a pat on his knee.

"Seetria? I'm from there myself! From Pyninburg!" Zeikin rejoiced and slapped his acquaintance on the shoulder. "Zoma, right? I immediately felt there was something familiar about you!"
He ordered an extra drink for the man from the waitress.
"But listen, Baron, are you pulling my leg, brother? Just look around – the location is a complete wasteland, there's nothing here but salt. I can't imagine what a respectable person would need here.