Richmond awoke with the face of a large bearded man offering to join the expedition. The memories of the fight slammed into his head like the meaty fist that had laid him flat. Climbing to his feet with the aid of the man's assistance Richmond replied, "Uh... Welcome to our merry band of... well, the three of us for now." He gingerly wiped the beer from his face so as to not antagonize the swelling mounds of pain on his face and retrieved his cane. "We can discuss the details." He sauntered out the bar with as much dignity as a man with two blackened eyes and a broken nose could muster adding, "on the way to the apothecary."