Chapter 22: Red Light District (III)
That would completely defeat the purpose of coming here.
Liriel chuckled, her golden ears twitching. "A man who knows what he wants. I like that."
The silver-eyed beastkin — who had introduced herself as Selis — rested her chin in her palm, smirking.
"You're not the only one. A lot of adventurers treat this place as their second home."
As if on cue, the tavern doors suddenly burst open, swinging wildly against the walls.
A group of men stumbled in, their faces flushed from drink, loud voices cutting through the lively atmosphere.
They were clearly drunk.
Zayn raised an eyebrow as he watched them shuffle in, a crowd of women surrounding them almost immediately.
"They look familiar," Bran muttered, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Zayn took another sip of his drink. "Probably some other adventurer party."
Liriel tilted her head. "You know them?"