บท 291: Nice To Meet You, I Am...

He wasn't sure what to make of the boy standing before him—a young man who didn't seem the least bit intimidated by his size or anger, and who had just dismissed the woman at his side without a second thought.

Finally, after a tense moment of silence, the man's rage seemed to subside, replaced by a grudging acceptance. He spat on the floor near the coin, his face twisted in a mix of anger and resentment.

"You're not worth the trouble," he muttered, turning on his heel and stalking out of the tavern, shoving a few chairs out of his way as he went. It seems he wasn't like those cliche brainless characters.

The woman, still stunned, lingered for a moment longer before she too hurried after him, her earlier bravado gone.

"H-Honey, w-wait for me!"

As the door slammed shut behind them, the tension in the room slowly began to dissipate. The patrons returned to their conversations, though the earlier energy was replaced by a more subdued atmosphere.