[hr][hr][h1][color=fff79a][center]Barnaby Eyre[/center][/color][/h1][hr][hr]


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Barnaby eyed the whiskey as it was slid over the counter to him. He sure knew how to appreciate alcohol. Being so big, however, came with a high alcohol tolerance, which often kept Barnaby at an inn's bar all night, and certainly took his money away from him. Such was a price to pay, for a good drink. As far as this one went, it was decent for whiskey. He was fixing to drink his troubles away, whether the alcohol was good or not, expensive of cheap. It would take a lot of drinking to forget what had happened a few nights before.

When he felt a tapping on his shoulder, he lifted his head off his hand to look glumly around. Not seeing anyone who looked particularly like they were interested in talking to him, he couldn't tell who had tapped him. Most people were wrapped up in their own conversations with others. Unlike him. He let out a soft sigh, returning to his whiskey. He finished off his drink, turning back to the bartender.

The bartender eyed him wearily, unsure if he should tell him to slow down on the drinks. It seemed he was afraid that he might anger the larger creature, but really, Barnaby was quite docile. On good days, he was outgoing and jocular. On bad ones, quiet and tending to keep to himself. In response to the bartender's look, he gave him a weak smile, jokingly commenting, [color=fff79a][b]"No worries, bud, I don't kick. I just want another whiskey, and strange request, but do you have an apple? I've been traveling a couple days, and all the meat I've been eating is upsetting my stomach. I'm not looking to order dinner, but I'll pay for the apple."[/b][/color]

Barnaby really wasn't a fan of meat, domestic or game. Like a horse, he preferred fruits and vegetables and grains. However, if it came to it, he would eat meat. His food supply had run out two days after he'd started traveling, since there was nothing left of the farm to restock on. Now, he was just glad to be able to rest easy, even if he was hallucinating being tapped on the shoulder.