As Doppio ascended the hill, gone was his usual fidgety and meandering gait. He was possessed by a certain focus in spite of his injury--or perhaps because of it.

When he came upon the scene, he paused. The two young men were gone. He touched the limestone exterior of the building and took a deep breath. He looked up at the sign hanging above the door that had nearly broken his nose and identified the text right away. It was a pub.

He grabbed the handle and entered and the door creaked closed behind him.