At first he was ready to take the dirty human and just rip him in half tossing him aside like the garbage he obviously was. But he truly just didn't care. Nothing mattered anymore. His chest hurt, his eyes hurt, his head hurt. Everything he had held dear gone! Everything he loved mocked him, worse left him. No, nothing mattered.
He entered right behind the vagabond and also went towards the bar. The human was getting some slack and for whatever reason Abigor just felt the anger and indignation on the man. The tavern owner giving him slack. Something snapped, he needed one thing to go right! Just one damn thing! With two strides he crossed to the bar his purple eyes blazing. "You heard my friend. He is hungry. Now I believe he asked for a meal. I don't think you wish my wrath, do you?"
Abigor's voice was low and threatening. The tavern keeper just nodded and mumbled it will be but a few minutes, not to worry. "Perfect, I'd like some of your best cognac. I am not hungry."
When the beverage was placed in front of him Abigor turned to the human. "No need to thank me, consider it my gift to you. Keep your coin, I'll pick up this meal and drink."
He turned and went to a small table in the back his purple eyes glowing with a seething heat. He wanted to turn the whole place into an inferno, into a slaughterhouse. He wanted each human, elf, or halfling to feel the anguish he now felt. For a moment his runes glowed under his shirt. He forced the light down. He'd need a room, he needed to think. The thought of going to the fifth crossed his mind but to do what? No, it was best if he just never returned.
He singled for the bottle of the swill this place called cognac. His gaze though strayed to the human. He felt the man's pain. That could be the only reason he did anything at all. Yes, that was the reason, he was almost sure of that.