"I curse my stars in bitter grief and woe, That made my love so high and me so low." the mysterious man snapped his book shut. The tall, darkly clad man stood assumingly in the entryway of the local pub. It didn't seem he was talking to anyone in particular, maybe even just himself, based upon the cockeyed grin he was bearing. He made his way into the establishment and sat down in the only available seat, struggling to maneuver himself as his limbs shook and he used his cane.