"Excuse me, why are you here, Liern of the Dusk Guild? I thought you never fancy this kind of shabby place?" said the woman whose dark green long hair was tied to a knot without a bang on the front. She had an insignia embroidered on her garment. It was a round with the design of a flaring flame, made out of light bronze.
"This is none of your business," said Liern, whose eyes were jet black, and one of them was covered with an eyepatch. Unlike the woman who seemed to detest his arrival, he wore a simple cloak to hide away his figure, all of them except for the weary leather boots.
"Do excuse me," a man suddenly made his way through the both of them and entered the dusty old tavern. He had a book in his hand and round glasses on his face. He had brown hair up to a ponytail and was a little bit taller than Lyon. "May I speak to you sirs and madams?"
