The skies were an overcast grey, as they often were in Victorian England. They sun could occasionally be seen as a hazy yellow blotch behind the clouds and this was often the only real indication that it was day time. The landscape was a sea of grey and brown buildings, half of which were incomplete or falling apart, those that stood were decently tall, magnificent structures. All of which were overshadowed by a large, white mansion, which had roads all around it, with no nearby buildings except for one on one of the sides. Approximately 2 blocks away from this mansion was a pub, The 'Loch and Key'.
A fair establishment with vast oak structuring's and support beams in the roof arches. The sign above the door moved gently in the wind as a swift violin tune could be heard that was blended well with a hint of flute. Suddenly a man flew through one of the closed windows, shattering glass onto the cobblestone streets, the lines between stone usually filled with water. Inside the bar things