Jarius arrived at a small building located on the outskirts of the city, disguised to make sure nobody would notice him.
However, seeing a large cloaked figure in front of the building, he gulped, feeling the sheer weight of this mysterious person's aura.
He didn't even dare to look in their direction and hurriedly got into the building. He cautiously stepped inside and came upon a dimly lit interior with only a few candles scattered around the room.
He could see a few commoners sitting around and getting drunk and realized this was a lazy town. It was no surprise Asher picked this place.
He made his way further into the building and spotted a hooded figure sitting in the corner, his face covered.
Jarius had a good guess who it was after seeing that mysterious man tapping on the table thrice.
He immediately walked over to his table, his eyes glinting with recognition, "I-I hope I am not late."
