A day had passed since Aron set his plan into motion, giving fifty six rune patterned papers to fifty six individuals of varying age and locations to carry out his plan.
It was currently already night time and he was seated in Hilda's tavern alone on a table drinking while listening to one of Hilda's many stories as she stood behind the counter.
"...and that is how I earned my name. True story." Hilda said with a grin on her face before laughing. Aron who sat at the table closest to the counter simply raised a glass to her while wearing a small smile. "I have no doubt." he commented casually before going silent again.
Aron was someone who preferred to listen rather than talk and for to someone like Hilda who just loved to talk endlessly she didn't mind he's seemingly reserved nature. But what it actually came down to was his lack of trust of people and poor communication skills as a whole.
