Solo: Beyond the Pale (2)

My name is Berek and I am a liar. This is not a confession but a statement of fact. I could similarly tell you I'm a tall man or that I have a fine head of hair. I lie. It gets me out of trouble. It gets me into trouble. Right now, I'm hoping it helps me to lay low.

Rolled up in my backpack I carry a wanted poster with my face on it. I should ditch it - I can't see how it could cause me anything but trouble. But it's not everyday a quality draftsman captures your likeness and I'd be sorry to part with it. Yes, I should definitely ditch it.

It's midday on Wednesday and I have just arrived in the Shtetl of Kest. My first time here. My cousin Ella runs a tavern here. I can trust her to keep quiet if anyone asks about me.