The horned man paced slowly around the room, his sharp toothed grin growing larger. "Well, I'm a goat with style." He says, taking off his black cloak to reveal a set of metallic gauntlets, a white jacket and black pants. "Come on, I can't BEAR the anticipation!" He laughs.

He pulls a set of needles from his pockets, placing them in his hands. He then looked at the woman on the chandelier and then to the innkeeper. "Do you guys clean up the blood or do I have to?" He asks.