"Ahh! There you are, knife ears! What took you so long?" The bar lady loudly called to them as the group walked down the stairs, looking a bit agitated. "Hmm… well you look at that, you actually have a face?" But her expression quickly changed after seeing them not wearing their mask or their skin-tight layer.
"Apologies, lady." Our three elves sat themselves at a table closest to the counter, while the brown owl stay perched on Dov's shoulder.
"So… what's with the change of hearts?" The short chubby lady teasingly smiled at them after slamming her clipboard at their table.
"Secrecy was never our intention," Blaz replied. "Unlike in Shrine of Craftmanship, here we don't really need to protect ourselves from the Lusidarium's hazard."
"Excuses excuses." She chuckled.
". . ." He left staring at her seeing her response.
"Oh right! Tell me what you wanna eat, knife ears!" She excitedly grabbed the clipboard and pulled a pen out of her cleavage.
