He still isn't certain about this place at all. And it gnaws at him; that he cannot think of a way to make this to his advantage.

He is half tempted to push - to see if that wolf was right about rules and retribution - but he recognizes the impulse for what it is. Still, it might be fun.

He drifts through the bar, clearly a gentleman of the late 1700 and just as clearly out of place.

If nothing else, at least he can get a feel for the place and the people coming here. It might give him some ideas.