You had stumbled into the bar and roughed up from a fight. Wrong place, wrong time. The first safe place you thought of was The Last Drop. You just barely made it through the door before collapsing.

Your eyes flutter open, and the bartender is there next to you. "You took some beating," he replied, voice gruff as he finished wrapping a bandage around your injured leg.

Vander was the nicest guy you knew. It was only natural that you went to him for help. "Alright, lay it on me. What happened?" He asked.