...beat at the ground outside, not that the people in the inn would notice, but the rider does. 'I've been chasin' that madman round all o' the hills and countrysides to the loudest place I could think of. A sample of what they might have inside to bring back me energy. Aye, that's what's good.' *Once inside, having taken notice of the beauty behind the bar* A nice whisky, if ye please, my dear. Have you seen a man drunk as.... *words stop short as he rubs tired eyes and tries to take in the oddly collection of people around him*