Kapitel 23: 23:Drink.

The place seemed more like an explosive party than a simple bar. Everyone was drinking as if it were their last time, downing every last drop as if it were water.

The noise was loud, with everyone chanting the name of the heroine who stood on top of a car, singing at the top of her lungs, just outside.

The noise was loud, with everyone chanting the name of the heroine who stood on top of a car, singing at the top of her lungs, just outside. Accompanied by several girls. That's right, it was Freya. She sang at the top of her lungs, more than perfect despite being inebriated in many senses.

Men watched her sing and dance with sensuality.

"This was not a good idea," muttered Will, sitting with Rocket at one of the tables. Will had the idea of bringing Freya out when she returned. And here she was, more than drunk, dancing, singing. Frey or Stark were going to give him a hard time for this. "We need to do something," he looked at Rocket.