Zeth's eyes wondered the bar, as he ate his food, with his drink aside. He really wasn't much for alcohol before he joined the Stormwind Army. As he started realizing all who were in the bar, he let out a slight chuckle. Maybe he hadn't noticed, or maybe his vision was a bit groggy, but he coulda sworn he saw his commander being his forboding self, the a table near the corner of the inn. "cap'n Daws?" he said with alight chuckle. Since when had the deathkinght been a bar-man?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>