Russell opened the door, slowly and shakily. "That was a bad one..." He said looking around at the room, the various punters continued to drink; oblivious to his presence. Russell wasn't massive at 6'2 and although he was strong and fit he wasn't as defined as what some might call a hunk. Glad to be in the warm though he flashed a white smile as his crystal blue eyes glanced longingly at a plate as it was placed before a punter, the food (whatever it was, looked like chicken) was glistening and steamed happily. Russel placed his pack and coat by the door, swept his hand through his long silver hair to brush out the dry twigs and leaves, then took a deep breath to compose himself. He approached the bar...