"Maybe." Gorak said while glancing at the silver-armored figure, who was still completely absorbed in his book. "Since the merchant said the one he arranged to meet was indeed a human. And we're in the Dwarven Nation now. There aren't many humans wandering around in full plate armor with a feathered crest."
Valcrea gritted her jaw and glared at the man sitting at the other table. "I'll go and ask him if he's the one."
Gorak nodded. "But don't cause a scene. I don't want any trouble before we get any information from this guy."
"Mm. I won't, Leader."
While watching Valcrea walk toward the armored figure, Noji and Zume exchanged glances, their expressions annoyed.
"How dare he make us wait and then sit at another table like we don't exist," Noji muttered under her breath.
"Tch. These lowly humans from this continent have no manners," Zume added, her voice dripping with disdain.
Meanwhile.
