Mystic Falls was not a place Henry was overly interested in. It was rather dull, compared to the places he had been. Hell, he wouldn't have called it much of a kingdom, though there were a few people who were determined to make it so. But the town folk weren't all that bright, which made things a little easier for him. At the moment, he found himself in a building called the Mystic Grill, a name he thought was rather unoriginal. Then again, it seemed, these people weren't all that creative to begin with. Reaching for his drink, he downed the shot, before waving over the bartender for another refill.