Ronan entered the inn. Immediately everyone stood up and bowed. The man ignored them. Johan, the owner of the inn, went straight to a meeting room on the second floor.
"Is there anything you would like to eat, Your Majesty?"
"Hm… seafood," Ronan replied curtly.
"I will prepare immediately, Your Majesty."
After Johan left, Ronan came into a medium-sized room. Inside there were already Kael, William, and Lazarus, who were sitting on the window frame, watching the crowds of people outside.
"Oh, you've arrived? Too bad Princess Arielle just left," William said as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.
"I know," Ronan replied. He took off his coat and the black cloth wrapped around his face. He could not attract the attention of the locals with his conspicuous mask. And he didn't want to be recognized by the scar on his face either.
