That pub was new, Jag thought to himself as he saw the Wolf's Head sign from afar. He couldn't help but think of Val, of course. He had been about to head home, buy some groceries on the way. But he decided to try this place out instead; he'd made good enough cash today that he could afford to eat out.

Reopening, the chalkboard outside stated. Not new, then, but Jag had never noticed it before. The smell wafting in through the door when some patrons walked out made his stomach grumble, and he headed into the warmth of the pub, spotting a free stool at the bar. He dropped his bag of gear by the stool and took a seat, looking at the mountain of a man behind the bar. "Evening."