CHAPTER 433
Othorman stood beside Hans while the robed man walked around, looking like he was searching for something.
He raised every table, checked every point before finally coming back to their front.
His thunderous voice sounding through the destroyed inn pub.
"They left no clues…"
"They, who?" Othorman inquired.
His question was met with a deafening silence. The robed man was not looking like he was going to cooperate. At least not in areas they wanted him to.
Othorman sighed and opened his mouth slightly, saying:
"See… I understand your interest to keep things confidential between you and whoever this your master is. But are you interested in finding them or not…."
Othorman gave him a serious gaze and muttered:
"...this is why I don't like zealots"
Silence persisted between them until Hans' voice intruded:
"Sorry, I have a question?"
