He barely glanced at the innkeeper, before walking to the bar, pulling off his hat, and taking a seat. A small stack of gold was smacked onto the countertop, before he sighed. "Whatever your strongest is. And a lot. I need it."<br/><br/>He gave the bronze a bored look, before rolling his eyes at the elf. "Worried you will be denied my esteemed presence, princess? That I might decided to go gallivanting off to do... whatever it is we fiendish tieflings do?"<br/><br/>His tail lashed out, expertly snagging the key and tossing it over his head, where he caught it and put it in one of his many belt pouches. "My thanks. Now, if you will excuse me, I have a date with inebriation, and I have no desire to be late."