Siegfried strode into the Crazy Cat Inn wearing a long, black cloak. After taking a seat beside Robert, he waved to a bar wench. "I want milk." he said plainly. Looking to the man beside him, he shrugged. "No sense drinking if you can't get drunk, am I right?" He nudged him lightly with a chuckle. Once his milk was brought to him, he chugged it quickly and slammed the mug down, a temporary white stain adorning his upper lip. He wiped it away with his sleeve as he looked at Robert again. "You look pretty strong. Think you can help me with a job?" He waited to see the man's reaction with a small smirk.