Charles had had a long day. I mean it had strated easy, like all bad thing do, he just had an easy job. Amputate a leg and be off, but all things in this town must go tits up. Turns out the man he was visiting diddnt know he was having his leg off, so he had to explain. When the man got violent he had to hit him, which then made everyone else attack him.   

Needless to say the blood ran.  

He did manage to fix himself up... barely and was going to go to his favorite pub, the kind of place where everyone knows your name and your always at home. He had been sitting at the bar for half an hour when the door swung open.