Jeremiah entered and looked about the room. He had never been before and instantly noticed the lack of humans in the Inn. The patrons mostly consisted of what the average person would call monsters. However by comparison he was the odd one out. Though even if he had went to a normal human tavern he would still look out of place. He carried on his belt more swords then it made sense for someone with two hands to have. Four on one side, four on the other for a total of eight sheathed rapiers. Other than that he looked like the average human swordsman. He wore a suit of shiny mithral platemail, and had a shaggy disheveled look of someone who had seen battle.<br/><br/>Making his way across the floor, the young man made his way to the bar. The look on his face was of that of extreme boredom or tiredness. His eyes were glazed over with dark circles under them. Once at the bar he sat by himself. His face resting on his hand as he propped it up with his elbow. looking over at the bartender he spoke. "A glass of milk if you please." After that he just sighed and waited for his drink. For the most part acting like there were no other people in the room.