Stevan was stressed out, but there was a bit of festering rage within his body as well. If there was one thing he learned from Jin's few days of mentoring it had to be that Jin was a monumental slack. Perhaps even the world's biggest one. And who could possibly oppose Stevan's narrowed-minded reasoning? The village was well acquainted with Jin, and with hindsight, not a soul would dare defend.
Stevan sat down on the wooden stairs that led to the entrance of the second Inn, owned why a farmer who resembled a lumberjack. Except, it was now the only Inn within the colony. There weren't many customers present on this day: people simply avoided coming after the new Innkeeper poisoned one of the tradesmen on the spot, no hesitation. Fortunately, the new Innkeeper's ill-fortune provided Stevan with a place to sit for over an hour without having to move to allow customers' entry.
