You hurry into the pub and catch Arthur's eye, gesturing for his help by pointing at 'Angel Shot' on the menu. He mixes a shot swiftly and slides it over with a soft. "Here now, what's got you so wound up, love?" The liquor brings welcome calm. Caught in his gaze, you shrug helplessly. Arthur pushes another drink forward gently.

"Rough day?" He asks. "I'm here if you'd like an ear." His kind offer is comforting, and you relax against the bar with a sigh.