[Kwaj]

Manners are no where to be found as the alcoholic beverage is slid in his direction. A sip from the cup is immediately followed by a brief gaze in either direction. In actuality he was planning his run before he even had the need to do so, and the clearest route out of the door would be the he took. Unfortunately, the money he did have was put to use in getting him to this destination. It made no difference to him, however. If he could get out without resistance, that was fine. If not, the sword on his back could be put to excellent use. His thoughts are interrupted when his nose catches a whiff of something truly delicious. Almost immediately his stomach responds in a low grumble, and the succulent pork is presented before him in all of it's meaty glory.

His eyes were as wide as dinner plates, and he wasted no time in digging in. At his side, a knife and a fork resided, and they'd be skillfully used in tandem to cut through the meal that sat before him. He eats like a wild man, as if he had went days without much of anything. He hears the bartender speak, but by now the only indication that he was listening were small grunts and burps. His pace gradually began to slow, and eventually he pulls back with a heavy sigh. The entire boar had been devoured, nothing left but a plate of bones stacked on the table. His belly is comically expanded, and it was then that he's slid a letter.

Fuck.... the bill.

Curious about as to how much he might have owed, he wastes little time in opening the letter to read the words displayed. Depending on what he saw.. he'd probably break off into a sprint right there.