Moulin smiles. It was a friendly one but his eyes were secretly scrutinizing the tall elf who was standing beside his friend, Jagra.
He didn't expect Gaile to return his gaze with an equally amiable smile. There was distrust in his eyes which Moulin could easily detect. However, he couldn't blame Gaile. Perhaps, Gaile was also aware of the suspicion Moulin had for him.
Moulin shakes his head and internally dismissed his thoughts. He wished the party could end sooner so he could leave and visit Phuna. He didn't have the chance to directly visit her room.
Maybe she was already sleeping... Moulin furrows his brows in concern. Did she already know what happened to her father? She wouldn't take it lightly...
"Excuse me, guests..."
