Kapitel 355: Beastkin.

Ozul watched the old lady's back leaving through the tavern's door. 

His eyes fell back on the wooden jug of beer that the tavern owner had placed for him. Seeing that the tavern owner had already run out the backdoor, he calmly took the jug and sipped the beer.

'Disgusting...'

He spat it out, the lingering taste on his tongue quickly disappeared as his body dispelled every drop of the beer by his will. He at least had that much control over it now.

It wasn't disgusting as his disgust at everything 'impure' but the beer really tasted awful. No wonder people would go unconscious when drinking it in large amounts.

If he didn't know any better, it would seem like self-torture. 

Placing the beer back on the table, he also walked out of the tavern.

. . .

"Where are we going?" Ozul asked as he came out of the tavern.

"Nowhere far..."