Chapter 784 - 795 The Other Half of the Story
"Ghost ladies?"
The word sparked the interest of all the companions as they exchanged glances. Bruto spoke bluntly,
"Where are those damned creatures? It was them who stole my father’s soul here, and I have a lot of scores to settle with them..."
"Your father was not the first victim of the ghost ladies," the Elves captain sighed, "and now you are victims too, and there will be more to come."
"That’s not necessarily true." Bruto crossed his arms over his chest, "Our strength is quite formidable, as you saw with the corpse of that Medusa..."
"I do not doubt your strength, but compared to those ghost ladies, I’m afraid it is still..."
Soveris shook his head, just as the pub owner approached, pushing a cart and interrupting their conversation. On the upper level of the cart were several baskets containing freshly baked bread, cooked potatoes, and a stack of roasted wolf ribs, with a small barrel of roughly five gallons of ale beside them, while the lower level was filled with plates and empty mugs. The pub owner was a rather strong middle-aged man with black hair and a thick beard, who greeted everyone with a warm voice:
"Welcome, friends from afar, are you hungry?"