Angus is drunk. In a bar. In the city. It's the only city, insofar as the GM hasn't written anything else yet. He's interested in picking a fight, but none of the other characters had shown up yet.

Sigh.

"More beer!"

Then in walked a dude who had an army's worth of gore on him. Angus immediately walked up next to him. 
"Hey. You smell like dead people. Why?"