Chapter 92: Tension

"Hey, you!" Radgar called out, his voice carrying across the room. "You've got some nerve, barging in here like that."

The traveler didn't respond. He merely reached up to scratch the cat behind its ears, his movements slow and deliberate, as if he hadn't heard Radgar at all.

Radgar's eyes narrowed, and the men at his table exchanged uneasy glances. Greta could sense the tension building again, the room teetering on the edge of something dangerous.

But the traveler remained unfazed, his silence and stillness somehow more unnerving than any words he could have spoken. The cat purred softly, its eyes half-closed as it enjoyed the attention, utterly unconcerned with the brewing storm around it.