Kane coughed. "Yeah, no problem, partner..." he mumbled in the direction of Chris. He turned around and looked at Mike.
"Hey there. Name's Harold Kane. Taskmaster of the Vagrant Raiders. You want to know why I'm here? I'm here because of her." He looks at Lavinia over in the corner, then turns back to Mike. "I'm not the most outgoing of people. That's why I'm standing here, beer in hand, drinking. Because I can't find the frakking balls to do anything."
Kane looked at Mike for a second.
"Hey, don't suppose you know if they keep any guitars around this place, do you?"
