ooc: Half an hour to late to catch James. Well, I'm making another post.

Quite a ways of from the setting of the rest of the story there was a pile of rags. Well, a bit more then just a pile... It was a young (what? he's not old!) bum sleeping in an alleyway under a pile of raggy blankets. He held in one hand a knife, and the other a pocketwatch. Piperel Turner.

He went by such a name but whether that was his origianal name or not cannot be said for sure. Piperel was not drunk. Oh, no. He had been without a drink for over a month and was going through withdrawls. Ah, poor young Pip. What a sad, sad man.