Fior, once again stood at the counter, arms crossed and expression that would match that of an exhausted parent as he watched the similar scene unfolding before him. It felt like a Deja Vu.
"Say, kids, have you tried this came before?"
"It's a dried fruits cake, the kiddos here like it!"
His drunk friends had dragged the Pure Mana Elf kids into the tavern and then demanded Varek to bring some sweets and snacks for the kids.
Varek stared in disbelief about the tell the drunkards to let the kids go but Fior simply patted his arm.
"Do it, they're too drunk so, they'll pass out soon enough." Fior suggested.
Varek grumbled a few curses under his breath before he shouted for his wife in the back to bring some snacks for the kids.
The terrified kids sat rigidly on the chairs with the loud, drunk Dark Elves around them.
"So, what's your name, young man?"
"I-Im Viren."
"And you little Miss?"
"I-I'm Coriel."
