At Orzon Village, Tavern Hunter.
The door swung open against the wall. Oxhorn, Biggs, and Wedge sing happily, carrying large tankards.
"It's the last day of Orzon Camp. It's the last day. Let's drink until the end of the day!" They sing in unison like crazy men.
"Damn, Drunkard, I hope they didn't throw out. How was your quest, Oxhorn? Is it done?" asked Itiar from behind the bar counter, wiping glasses. No answer. The three sang happily, sitting in the middle of Tavern Hunter. "Hey, Gorilla, where are Felix and my son?"
The one he was looking for appeared with an elegant girl in cotton milk, a green short-sleeved dress that matched her white skin and almost touched the Tavern floor. She is so stunning with a fedora… and that big, sweet breast looks squishy.
All hunters in Tavern Hunter were silent by their presence. No one could move their eyes from her. Even Itiar's jaw almost dropped.
