Oriana led his way inside that rowdy tavern. She looked around to search for an empty table, but as it was nighttime and near the marketplace, the entire place was packed to the brim. Oriana felt this was the perfect excuse to get her knife without drinking a drop of alcohol.
"Unfortunately, there is no empty table, and I believe the Young Master would not want to share tables—"
"I see one there." Arlan pointed towards their left.
Oriana turned to the direction of his finger. 'Huh? Weren't there two drunk pigs playing cards there not even a minute ago? Where did they go? Did they leave? What bad timing!'
"Amazing! You have such sharp eyesight, Young Master! Please come with me." Orian led his way towards the table.
