“Dude, are you serious?” Daniel gave him an incredulous look. Back home in England, did people just walk around with crossbows or something? Maybe they did. Maybe he should.

“Nah,” he shook his head, “I don’t have anything like that, and what I do have, I don’t think will help in this situation.” He looked at the bartender. “By the way, it’s hounds. Two of ‘em.”