The girl in the pointed hat walked away and took his scarf with her, he watched her as she went, his eyes trailing the unsure way she limped. Slowly the combined stares of the patrons hit home with a sharp ferocity, he had disgusted them with his face and that only served to make him feel worse. Vis slipped his hand into his pack and pulled out the bottle of wine and yanking the cork off with his teeth, he needed something, something to numb his feelings. He pushed the bottle to his lips and threw his head back, taking a long draw of the alcoholm, his green eye dimmed and flickered as the alcohol hit his system, depressing him but helping him nor feel their steely gazes. He drank again and with each time he threw his head back and gulped on the nectar, he felt more and more numb and the world around him became more of a blur as he grew intoxicated. He brought his mouth to the bottle for the final time, before finding out it was empty, Vis rose from the chair and slowly shuffled out, his face flushed red with the hear of alcohol. As he passed the counter, he draped the cloak he had around him over it's original owner and he shuffled out the door. Collapsing on the ground and resting his head on the tavern wall, he touched the gaping hole in the side of his face and began to sob hysterically as he remembered what he was trying to forget.