All of the noise and commotion woke rockmanj out of his deep, alcohol-induced sleep. "What the hell is all that racket?" he thought to himself. Opening the curtains of his window, he looks outside to see the end results of the witch's fight with some shady figure. "Damn magicians..."

Closing the curtains, he sits down at his weathered oaken table and pours a double whiskey neat. As he sips the acrid beverage, he toys with his eyepatch, remembering a time long ago, before he needed to wear an eyepatch, before he became the cynical alcoholic....before that incident. Before he can finish his thoughts, there's a knock on his door...

/role play