Holme led Joshua to his residence. It was a shabby room located behind the tavern's kitchen.
The room was very dimly lit. When Joshua entered the room, he could hear a faint breathing sound.
The infant girl described by the dark elf was lying on a bed made out of several folded shabby rags.
"Is there… something you need from me?"
Holme's speech was a bit difficult to understand. After all, he had just been miserably beaten. Through the dim light, Joshua could see that his face and eyes were completely bruised up.
The bruises made Holme look like a comical clown. Holme seemed to be concerned about the injuries on his face as he was lowering his head toward Joshua the entire time.
"Sit down first."
Joshua handed the only chair in the room to Holme.
Holme knew fully that the person standing before him was a 'grand individual,' someone he cannot afford to offend. Because of that, Holme obediently sat down on the chair.
