Ruin opens up the doors, hardly making a sound, entering from his long -attended absence. Gazing around him, with a quiet search in his eye, he simply moves through the bar to a table in the corner. Removing a belt from across his chest, he removes the sword hanging from his back, resting it against the wall. Tossing a coin in the table, he gently sits down.

Kicking his legs up onto the table, Ruin leans back, sighing. "Good to be back." He whispers, enjoying the commotion. "Bartender!" He calls out through the din. "Toss me a Drink, if you don't mind!" He laughed softly, quickly, underneath his breath. Resting his head against the wall behind him, Ruin folded his hands behind his head.