Two days after Lex originally checked in, a small group of people entered the Bent Benches tavern. As could be expected, the place was completely devoid of any customers.
"Is anyone here?" one of the men yelled in an annoyed tone.
"Just give me a moment, I'm dealing with something," replied a voice from behind the counter. The group leaned over to see a thin young man, rolled up in the fetal position.
"We're looking for this man, have you seen him?" the first man asked, holding out a picture of Lex.
"Just a few minutes, please, I'll be right with you," the man replied, as he started rocking, his breathing becoming heavier and louder.
"What do you mean, a few minutes? Stand up and answer me brat, you don't know who you're dealing with," the man said as he jumped over the counter and reached to grab the man on the floor. But things did not proceed how they usually did.
