บท 938: Terrible Options; Newcomer

Linnea took a deep sip of her Mystic Malt, savoring the unique blend of flavors that danced on her tongue. The tavern buzzed with the chatter and laughter of its patrons, creating a warm atmosphere despite the raging blizzard outside. Her gaze wandered over the crowded room, observing the various characters that sought refuge in the cozy establishment. 

She couldn't help but smile. Despite her situation, this place had a certain charm–something she hadn't enjoyed in a long time.

The door to the tavern swung open, letting in a gust of cold air and a few more patrons seeking shelter. 

Among them, Linnea's keen eyes spotted a familiar figure – the spry youth with short brown hair who had eagerly volunteered to gather information for her. He made his way through the crowd, his expression a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Hey, I'm back!" he exclaimed, approaching Linnea's table with a noticeable bounce in his step. "You won't believe what I found out!"