Vitius trudged his way down the stairs, each step causing the wood to screech concerningly. An annoyed expression marred his otherwise pristine face, and a low rumble rose within his throat as he strode over to the bar and took a seat.

[color=#DD0000]"Blood,"[/color] he said simply when the maid came by. [color=#DD0000]"From a goat or cow preferably."[/color]

She gave him an odd look, confused as to why he would request such a thing, but one very pointed glare from the twin flames that were his eyes was more than enough to get her moving. After a while the maid returned, mug of freshly drawn goat's blood in hand. Taking it from her without so much as a word of thanks, Vitius drained the cup in one go, slamming it against the counter once he was finished. His mood was foul this morning for a reason, that being his noticeable lack of sustenance from the night before. For despite his inquiry the innkeeper had not provided him with a suitable source of blood, thus forcing him to ignore the veritable buffet at rest around him. 

It was quite the test really, one the old vampire did not wish to repeat.