It's been a week since Remira's meeting with Heroth. And unlike what she had expected, he could stay in hiding for longer than she had expected.
The Bartenders were doing their work just like they had done countless times before, trying to protect Heroth and suppress all kinds of information from leaking to the interested parties. But This was not the seas, with the little time the Bartender had to develop in Rudrain, the true extent of their reach was still not as deep as the Radiant Eyes, who usually worked as simple mortals among the masses. Ever so attentive to the simple oddities of what happens in their employer's home or organization.
Because face it, even the tall nobles would usually require the support of mortals to cook food or clean their houses for them. That's how it usually went. That's how Remira was privy to many details about the matter.
But then came an issue she never expected. 'Why do I feel worried?' She wondered.
