"Siiiieeegreennn,"
Regrets.
"SIEEEGREEENN!!!"
That's right.
He regrets it now.
Siegren massaged his temple as the girl had buried her face into the table. She sluggishly spoke his name, muttering inaudible things he could barely comprehend.
"Why is this happening to me? Ugh..." She then lifted her gaze, forehead tinged red from the bump. "My head hurts..."
"That's enough," Siegren said as he took the pint of ale away from her. Clearly, this girl doesn't handle alcohol very well.
"I can't believe it. How come no one knows the Limollac house? I even tried Lilac, Lulac, whatever... but it doesn't ring a bell? Hic..."
Siegren looked around. The singing of bards paired with the lively harmony of the violin, and the clinking of glasses, has flooded the entire tavern with its cozy noise. On the stool sat cloaked individuals asking the bartender for information, while burly men, who seem to be mercenaries, proceeded to chug their beers while talking loudly.
