The adventurers suddenly stood up in unison after the slight pause of awe. Their tall fellow, Aloy, was lifted up with one hand by the wrist. The immense strength of the cloaked group immediately drew out fear from deep within as some of them had their palms against the hilt of their weapons.
The tavern grew cold as the tension rose. The adventurers furrowed their brows which led to the rose of Lyon's brow.
"Oh, what's this? Why are all of you standing up? Did something bite your ass at the same time?" Lyon gave a nasty smirk as he raised his chin.
"Kh!" Aloy gritted his teeth as he faced the giant before him. He had never looked up to someone before, but here he was, and with a lot of witnesses too.
"Aloy is a fool, but he is not weak," said one of the adventurers.
"Tch! Let go of me!" shouted Aloy as he threw his fist against the giant figure.
