Chapter 229: Trouble at Arkansas (2) The Concerning Information
As Lyan slipped out into the night, his senses heightened, he made his way through the labyrinthine streets of the city. He knew where to gather the most pertinent information—the notorious tavern known as The Black Cat, a place where shadows whispered secrets and deals were struck in hushed tones.
Having learned about the tavern through his interactions with the locals, Lyan knew it was the perfect place to glean valuable information. Tonight, however, his visit held a particular purpose—it was frequented by the Duke’s men and other influential figures of the empire according to the surveillance of his summoned gargoyle, Grinzam and his summoned stone beasts, making it a prime location for gathering intel.
Entering the dimly lit establishment, Lyan cast a discerning eye over the motley crowd that populated the tavern. Finding a secluded corner, he settled in, blending seamlessly into the background as he listened intently to the murmurs and whispers that filled the air.
Summoning the bartender with a casual wave, Lyan ordered a glass of ale, choosing his words carefully to avoid drawing undue attention. The bartender, a weathered figure with a scar etched into his rugged features, regarded Lyan with a mix of curiosity and wariness as he prepared the drink.
With a nod of thanks, Lyan accepted the tankard, taking a sip as he continued to eavesdrop on the conversations swirling around him. The frothy ale provided a welcome distraction, but Lyan remained focused, keenly attuned to the information that floated through the tavern like wisps of smoke.
"Thank you," Lyan replied with a nod, flashing the bartender a disarming smile. "Rest assured, I’m just here for the ale and a bit of company. No trouble from me."
As he sipped his drink as the bartender lost his interest, his ears tuned to the conversations around him, and he caught snippets of interest.
"...Duke Ravindor’s plan..."
"...Arkansas..."