"Indeed. As for the restaurant, I just kept tabs on you after I heard about a Ranger zapping the guards. I followed you here to surprise you and I accomplished that. Your face was priceless. By the way, do you need help with that?" Friya pointed at his meal.
"Thanks, but no thanks. I'm a firm believer that it takes two to truly appreciate a chicken. The chicken and me." He replied while pulling the plate away from her fork.
"Always the gentleman, eh?" Friya pouted while ordering a smaller portion of what he had taken.
"Speaking of gentlemen, Count Cestor called saying your guild harassed Zantia's citizens and that you've got some kind of divine retribution for it."
"That's rich! We harassed no one. Viscount Krame owns many magical workshops, mostly small stuff like enchanted home appliances and ornaments. Those jerks from the Church of the Six pestered his customers and his employees with their fanatical propaganda.
