Chapter 105: Is death delicious?
Jarik glanced around at the men sitting in the inn.
Then, he turned his gaze last to the man with the slicked-back hair.
He was about to say something but kept his mouth shut.
Sex.
It was a distant matter for him. As an outsider, struggling to find his way back, it was even more so.
He had never been on the receiving end of kind looks since coming here. A few had believed in his innocence, but that was all. Contempt and ridicule had been his companions, at least in the early days in the maze city.
"Owner, why the silence?"
The man with the slicked-back hair, a middle-aged figure, asked.
Jarik paused his thoughts and spoke.
"Nothing to say. What's the business?"
The man with the slicked-back hair grinned.
"I'm here to apologize. And, to see your face while I'm at it."