Chương 63: Tavern

Upon the center of their attention, Joan can only prepare to grip his wooden sword. Thinking that if anything happens, he was prepared to defend both of them.

Mind tensed, heartbeat racing, gripping the wooden stick tighter and tighter. Their stares became focused and the time seemed to stop for a second. Throat went dry and hoarse, sweat went down his face and to the floor.

As Joan was tensed, Isaias tapped his shoulders and they smiled at him.

"Calm down, they are friendly," Isaias said.

"Please tell me ahead beforehand okay?" Joan said then felt at ease.

Isaias then leaned on the counter table then inquired to the teller.

"A hot soup for our tummy and a drink for two," Isaias said then poured the silver coins he had. Not much but it was enough.

The coins spun a bit then Joan stopped it by taking a push on its top. Clanking the coin to the wooden counter.

"Let's eat while hearing rumours, so focus on the objectives," Isaias instructed.

"Okay, I got it," Joan replied.