Sometime later, by 7 pm in the evening, Loen and Curtis were seated opposite each other. Neither Nedra nor Curtis' own group members were present, as per Curtis' request.
"So? You said you had something to discuss with me." Leon asked as he took a sip of the sweet ale that was served to their table some time ago.
"I want to put what happened earlier today behind us, Sir Leon. My friend, Damon, made a mistake. Damon is not a thinker, but a doer. So he did not think properly before lashing out this morning. I hope you can forgive him." Curtis said earnestly.
"Is that so? Well, is he is truly sorry, then why is he not here to tell me that himself?" Leon asked, playing difficult. In truth, he really didn't care.
"I thought it would be best if he did not come, but I can call him if you want to." Curtis offered.
"No, it's fine." Leon waved his hand. "But I am sure apologizing on Damon's behalf is not the only thing you came here for. So tell me, what else do you want?"
