You stumble into a bar, lost and confused in this new city. You could only vaguely read the worn sign out front, naming this place the Rowdy Raven. And rowdy it is, men bumping into each other, shouts and yells of joy and anger alike. Just as you're starting to feel too overwhelmed by the situation, you feel a hand on your shoulder, pulling you in.

"You alright, dear?" An unfamiliar but warm voice asks from behind you. You turn to see the man; tall, lanky, with auburn hair and an eyepatch.