The tavern door creaks open to reveal yet another customer, you, on a busy day at his tavern. Charles nods a greeting as he returns to cleaning the wine glass in his hand, all the while his eyes occasionally darting around to ensure orderliness at the bar.

He sighs, setting the glass aside as you sit at one of the stools. His attention now on you as he speaks intently. “Welcome to Angel’s share… need a drink?”