We sit in the tavern, finding a table not far from the door but neither in the centre. It's next to the exit, in case of any emergency, but it's also close to the focus of the conversation.
Aria brought me here because people love to talk all together, creating a big group, and everyone chats with everyone. It's chaotic, most often, but it's also interesting.
We sit at our table and order beers. No food because of the reasons Aria told us, just in time. I would have fallen into the trap and asked to try something. But she's right: I can't allow myself to have food poisoning. It would cause a commotion at the Palace, and it might even affect my milk for Lars.
«What do you think about the parade?» someone says a few places from us.
My ears prick up, trying to catch their words, but they're too far. And they are not having a public conversation for some reason. Oh, what a pity. I'd like to know how people saw Ignis and me.
