Shane hurried Caspar inside the building, one of his heavy hands settling on Caspar's shoulder, and quickly shut the door behind them.

The first thing he did was sit Caspar as far from the door as possible. The Hanged Man only had a few windows, which normally made the place dingy as shit, but today it had the benefit of muting the thunder a bit and hiding the lightning. The rain still pounded, but hopefully that wasn't so bad.

Next, it was off to the bar. He quickly fetched each of them a pint, setting Caspar's mug in front of him. "Here ya go, man. That oughta take the edge off, at least."