The atmosphere inside the tavern was riddled with laughter from the local adventurers. Luna kept her eyes on Lyon whose hand she held tightly. Her heart raced unlike the ignorant fools that enjoyed their drinks. The foul stench was bothering her nose and mood, but not as much as how Aloy started a fuss out of nothing.
The deliberate bump was seen by anyone with their eyes opened. It was blatant bullying against a newcomer. However, from the laughter, Luna could understand that these had happened often and more importantly, welcomed. A custom for the brute and lazy.
Aloy was smirking back as he crossed his arms, waiting for a response from the cloaked couple. One curse word, or even just a furrowed brow, was enough for him to start something. The group had been acting mysteriously with their cloaks and hardly gave a glimpse of any faces.
