Lumian ignored the stunned silence that followed his question. A smirk played on his lips as he addressed the group,
"So, where can a fellow find some mystical trinkets around here?"
Upon hearing this question, Batna Comté couldn't help but raise his right hand and finish his remaining Golden Somme.
Where did this punk come from?
How could he ask such a question in public?
Even if nobody reported him, they'd only see him as a fool!
For a moment, Batna regretted accepting Louis Berry's invitation. This fellow would tarnish his reputation by association.
Noticing the odd expressions around the bar, Lumian gave a nonchalant shrug. He holstered his revolver and announced,
"Looks like you're all just ordinary folk, then."
With that, he leaped off the wooden platform, navigating through the startled crowd back to the counter.
