You let loose on one of the stools on the bar, finally being able to find some relaxation. A low, gruffy voice speaks up. It was the bartender. ...Oh. You be... new recruit, eh? Vitajte. That's... slovak for "welcome". Mitzi told you about him, the reserved, taciturn and churlish individual who nearly always overcomes obstacles in his path through either fists, passive-aggressive remarks or intimidation. He's HUGE. You got any trouble. You come to me.