บท 79: The Drunkard Buri (3 of 3)

"Brother, you've met Krow before. And that's my nephew, Talebrech."

The boy smiled at Krow shyly. "Thank you for last night."

The boy was thanking him for throwing a cup?

Krow mentally shrugged. "You're welcome." 

"Yes, thank you again, Krow." Maga picked Dayan up and sat, with the girl on her thighs. "Of course, if someone else was there to do his job, this would never have happened."

Kalorke paused as he sat down, before ignoring her and reaching for a meatpie instead. He glanced at Krow. "I didn't think you would be one to fall so deep into drink."

Bro, Krow complained silently, don't use me to annoy your wife!

"It was more because of the chair to the head that he fell," Buri snorted. He smirked. "The drink he held well enough."

That wasn't helping either.

Thankfully, Buri grabbed two meat pies, tossed one to Krow, and sauntered out the door.