Chapter 44: Diplomatic Measures
Ambrose wasn't particularly interested in meddling in someone else's domestic affairs. But since Gareth was here as a guest, courtesy demanded that he at least say a few words of warning. Once the guests were happily enjoying their free drinks, Ambrose pushed through the crowd to where Gareth was seated.
"Yo, Tiga, my man! Having a drink too?" Headless greeted him cheerfully, throwing an arm around his shoulders and introducing him to the leonine orc beside him. "This here's my bro."
The orc gave him a bashful smile. "I've heard of you, Master Megaman Tiga. Allegedly, the last time you were here, you managed to swindle a paladin of the Lyon Empire out of several thousand gold with just three sentences. Your tactics were truly impressive. I'm the owner of this bar, Una Hellfire."
Hellfire. Ambrose had heard that name before. She was from a prominent clan among the orcs, if memory served.
In other words… she was another wealthy lady.
He greeted the bar owner with polite courtesy, then tugged Gareth aside and whispered, "What have you been up to? You're a married man!"
Gareth belched and waved a hand dismissively. "So what? I haven't done anything wrong! I just came out for a drink. What, married men can't drink now? I don't even have a head—don't tell me I'm not allowed a drink!"
"Just a drink?" Ambrose snorted. "You've got that orc woman staring at you like she's about to eat you alive."
He didn't believe the "just drinking" line for a second. Anyone with eyes could tell that Miss Una Hellfire was about one glass away from dragging Gareth upstairs and devouring him whole.