After seeing the polar bears, Feng Shan and Nash returned to the tavern, led by Bruce.
Bruce had guessed right. His bottle of rum had been drunk down to the last drop, leaving only an empty bottle on the table. He instantly shot an angry look at the other patrons.
"Fuck! Which one of you bastards stole my rum!"
The patrons, all flush-faced and letting out the occasional hiccup, were determined to deny everything.
"Bruce, don't make baseless accusations. Careful, or I'll sue you for slander."
"Yeah, that's right! Show us some proof."
"Who saw your rum? All I see is an empty bottle on the table."
Bruce had to laugh at their excuses.
He could only chalk it up to bad luck.
Just then, the tavern door was pushed open, and several Indigenous People dressed in reindeer hides walked in.
The patrons, who had just been brazenly denying the theft, all lowered their heads, afraid of being noticed.
