Zegeruss walked in, the wind whipping at his long coat. The wind chilling all in the inn. He gave a quick glance to everyone in the building. His blue, glowing eyes, chilling all to the bone. He stood there for about a second, hiding his skin, and face, in his dark hood.. He clomped over, with his dark plate Boots. He found a small secluded table at the far side of the room, eyeing the far room. He caught a wiff of something in the kitchen to the left of him and gave a rough cough, blood splattering into His Hand. "...damnit... My times almost here..." He leaned back and and pulled his feet up onto the table. Frost covering the table almost instantly... His two small blades clattering quietly behind him. He seemed to be talking to himself. Bartenders walking by heared him speaking About 'revenge on his Maker'. He only choose to Stop to observe others. He was new to human interaction, by saying 'human, he obviously was referring To his own race, as night elven.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>