บท 189: Making friends and enemies, part 2

It was hard to miss that flashy suit, which fit perfectly with the equally gaudy room, or that obnoxious voice. The arrogant ass who had tried to cut the queue was sitting on a couch, arguing loudly with a muscular man who sat next to him. Several people who were trying to have conversations nearby were already throwing annoyed glances at the men.

"Some people just never change and never learn," Cael said, rolling his eyes. He then turned his attention to the other guests. "I wonder if Caravaggio's chosen fighter is here. He doesn't really need to be, but it would be nice to take a look… I don't feel a mana that feels like Caravaggio's, though. Learning more about our other competition would also be good."

"Maybe there's someone who knows him. I doubt many of these people will protest if we introduce ourselves." Ginevra nodded towards a group of people at the farther end of the hall who were laughing at someone's joke. "This group, for example."