Chapter 195
Opening the door to the tarven, the place got silent as everyone looked at the new visitor. Roth showed the nicest smile he could as his keen eyes took in the presence of everyone.
His attention was drawn to a young man seated at a corner table, his features unclear by the shadows. He watched as the man engaged in conversation with his companions, his voice low and confident as he calmly spoke.
Roth approached the table, his presence commanding attention as he addressed the group. "Good evening," he greeted them, his voice smooth.
The young man looked up, his eyes meeting Roth’s with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. "Can we help you?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of wariness.
Roth smiled, ignoring the young man as his gaze flickering over the group before settling on the young man. "May I join you?"
The young man hesitated for a moment, his gaze locked with Roth’s own. And then, with a cautious nod, he gestured for Roth to take a seat.
As Roth settled into the chair, the flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the table. The young man, whose name he learned was Ethan, watched him with a mixture of curiosity and guarded interest, while his companions exchanged sneaky glances.
"Forgive my intrusion," Roth began, his voice smooth and captivating, "but I couldn’t help but be drawn to your group. There’s an energy here that’s quite captivating."
Ethan nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Roth. "And what is it that draws you to us?" he asked, his tone polite but tinged with a hint of suspicion.
Roth leaned back in his chair, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I suppose you could say I have a keen interest in those who possess a certain... resilience," he replied cryptically, his gaze lingering on Ethan for a moment longer than necessary.
Ethan’s brow furrowed in confusion, but before he could respond, one of his companions spoke up, breaking the tension that hung in the air. "Resilience? What do you mean by that?"