I walked into the Bucket of Blood, a total stranger to this grungy place as well as too New Babbage. Strange, but not one person paid any attention to this stranger entering into their secretive world other then Mr. Blackrain who was tending bar. A curt greeting and I was free to roam amongst some of New Babbages finest citizens. I took a seat to the left of the bar at an unkempt poker table….recently abandoned I am sure, as smoke was still rising from the well used cigar sitting percariously on the edge of the dirty table.
It seemed the only person interested in who this stranger might be was Sky