Menachem snorted. "For the better. Women are the worst. She knew what you looked like when she got with you. Probably found another man and skipped town with him. I was never the kind to let them have much power over me. After a rather nasty encounter, I pretty much washed my hands of them. You should too, ah.. " He took another deep swig. He fingers wrapped at the bar as he thought.

"What is your name anyway? We can be brothers in arms against awful women." Maybe he was a little too happy about getting to drink himself stupid.