Aundair was crouched over the shattered body of a young man, tending to his broken body. "I need a damn stretcher over here!!" he shouted to no one in particular. "Damn that man, there are other ways to get a point across. The Earl was my friend, though I didn't always approve of his thoughts... He needs to be brought to justice." The boy looked up at him and Aundair started. 
	"Shhhhh, you're gonna be fine. I just need to..." The boy coughed and his eyes slid to the side. He was silent and grew limp in Aundair's hands. 
	"No.... This is not okay" Aundair slumped back on his heels and was silent until a man placed his hand on his shoulder and whispered in his ear to go home and let the paramedics take over. Disgusted by the day's events, he picked himself up off of the ground and left the ballroom. He wandered aimlessly through the streets until he found himself at the door to his favorite bar.
	"Well old buddy, it's time for us to see just how much you can take." he said to his liver and strode into the bar. The air was clouded with smoke and filled with the sounds of drunk citizens. He sat himself at the bar and ordered a whiskey. As he sat there, he noticed that his gloves were covered in blood. After a miniature panic attack he pulled them off and slid them into his jacket. 
	"I should have known that this is how tonight would have ended," he remarked sarcastically