Keenst was less than amused, that this...Entity thought he could sneak up on him. " Don't you know its rude to interrupt someone in thought? Slightly presumptious to assume friendship from someone you don't know, littered in weapons, and obviously wasn't looking for company. Sit, or go, i'm famished, and waiting on the waitress, wherever she is"<i><b>Harsh Keenst, But i can't say i don't approve. </b></i>Came the voice in his head, talking, as always. Probably a major part as to why he was rather annoyed.<br/><br/>Keenst did a scan of the tavern, just where was he? So many different creatures, and of cultures he had never seen. So loud, obnoxiously so even, which made his thoughts wire even more. He sighed lightly, and kicked the seat across from him out a little. " Well which is it? Are you staying, or are you going?"