"Aw, shucks. My pants are bloody wet for crying out loud, but alright. Apparently I was drunk and out last night, ended up getting in the hands of two arashi hoodlums. When I woke up I had, naturally, several questions. Such as, "Why am I kidnapped, "strapped" on a chair but not tied in the least bit?" Or "Why do I still have a flintlock in my pocket left?" And "Should I use it to simpy hold them at gunpoint and turn them into the authorities?" I couldnt answer all but the last, you get the story. Oh, and I've found that they actually have had ties all along, just didnt wrap their head around, say, wrapping it on me. It's amazing the kinds of mistakes these amateurs do. Had to get dirty between the rain and the duststorm to bring them in, unfortunately. Oh, did I mention there was rain too? Much to the dismay of my fine overalls. I've spent the rest of the night in the local watch's office. Now I need a new shoe, and a new pair of spare pants that I'll never use, most likely. I didn't expect anything above them to be intact but I'll take what I can get."
**He limps towards the stairs by the side of the bar, "I'll be up in my bunk. Any more questions?"
