"Trouble has a vested interest in watching me flounder blindly through life," he mutters as he finally sits down again and picks up his tea.

"Yes, er- three times, by my count, and more near misses than I care to remember. I was..." He taps his chest idly. "Shot, by a police officer- i-it wasn't really his fault, he was under the influence of the remaining half of the King, I was revived by a wraith who I'd done a kindness to earlier." Lower, by his navel. "Run through by an invisible monster, my- my partner sewed me back together again." And his sternum, slightly low. "And stabbed by a hag. That's when I woke up in a cave, here."