It was strange. The tension had grown as the barkeep read more and more of whatever it was that was written by the dark eyed man seated next to Skullius.
What was even more strange was how everyone more or less understood who this mistress in silk was, even Skullius.
The realisation even for the slowest of minds brought a chill up the spine as everyone was now even scared to breathe.
The man with dark eyes took back his book from the barkeep when he finished and exhaled a seemingly proud breath.
He then then turned to Skullius, his eyes, tone and mana not flinching or fluctuating even slightly.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" he asked.
There was a genuineness in his words that caused Skullius to both raise and lower his guard, reaching an optimal state of vigilance that wasn't provocative.
"It sure is," Skullius said with a half-meh tone.
