Almost a month ago, Caius moved to the countryside to get away from the big city. He's mostly settled in, now, and he definitely prefers the countryside over the city.

It's quieter, and there's less people around, less places to get lost, and there's less things that induce Caius' panic attacks and PTSD flashbacks.

Caius has decided that he needs a job to support himself, but the war has left him with severe scarring and chronic pain, along with missing fingers. Unfortunately, that removes a lot of options.

Caius sighs to himself in the mostly-empty bar as he slumps against the bar table, rubbing a disgruntled hand over over his face. He doesn't know what to do.

Caius glances up briefly and spots the bartender heading over towards him.