[center][h3][b]I'onriyi Stonehand[/b][/h3][/center][hr]
Concealing both his relief and annoyance at the barkeep's actions--particularly his lack of attention to detail in the moment--I'on's eyes glanced briefly between the involved parties, before he crossed his arms. His foot began tapping against the wooden floor slightly and thoughts of drink and food started to intrude on his thoughts. With all the [i]excitement[/i] since he'd gotten back to Zerul city, he hadn't eaten much of anything, and he hadn't had a drink of even water for at least long enough that he was feeling noticeably thirsty. This in combination with his annoyance caused him to give in, turn to the innkeep and snap his fingers three times. [b]"What've you got to drink,"[/b] he started, his gaze a demanding one.

He was not willing to wait. Hopefully they had some Drakehorn wine or even [i]Finest[/i], though he doubted a human run inn was going to have such a delicacy. If not then he'd settle for something that stung the back of the throat and a hearty meal to tide him over till he could access his own spirits back home. Nonetheless, he'd get his drink, that was for sure and once he had some he could turn his mind back to the matters at hand as the spirits would certainly relax his nerves, not to mention wake him up.