The rain and ice pellets battered against the glass, and the thunder rolled, causing one's heart to tremble. The small tavern was devoid of lights, and during this season, there was no heating either. Amidst the complex night sounds, the voices of the men and women were gentle and warm, and Bella Belindel found it comforting.
"It's about time, let's head towards the shore."
Looking outside, Shard said, and the witch nodded, putting away the cards on the table:
"I'm also curious about what will happen tonight. The Dragon Feast Cult must be incredibly confident to engage in such a direct confrontation with the Church, don't you think?"
"If what they're after aligns with what I'm searching for, then the price is worth it."
He said, and this time, the Blonde Witch didn't ask Shard what exactly he was looking for but grabbed his hand as they left the tavern together.
