Wolfwood should have been keeping an eye on the man he was supposed to be body guarding; Vash the Stampede. That’s what he should have been doing… instead, he slipped away to have a moment of peace.

Now, instead of his job, Wolfwood was sitting in the back of an old, dilapidated bar. He sat in the back and stayed quiet as not to draw attention to himself, peacefully enjoying the alone time with a drink.