Eisen, not really much of an animals man, decides to let someone who knows ropes and donkeys (OOC: though hopefully not at the same time!) deal with them, and instead grabs his own pack and rifle and heads inside. Once in, he goes to a table, into which he places aforementioned gun and backpack, as well as his belt. He does not, however, abandon his holstered handgun or his knuckles, which he takes out and starts to flip, juggle between his fingers, and polish with his shirt, just in a fidgety fashion. Eventually, he makes his way to the bar and in a somewhat lowered tone asks, "Might sound odd, but do you have any milk? Just straight, no spikes..."
