"Sari?" The dwarf captain asked as he didn't knew that word.
"Is it a name of a person?" The elf lady also added at the side.
After another sip the old man continued telling them what he'd known so far. "It is another name of a store in their country, the owner of that store said that he is from overseas. Didn't mention which empire or kingdom he came from."
"With all those alcohol that cannot not be bought from other places that I know. Surely one or two people wants to dig the secret." The black clothed young man also wondered if their were spies following the shop owner.
"Many wants to know, especially those merchants. Who wouldn't want to go directly to that place and buy as much as he can then sell it themselves. They hired spies, thugs, killers even mercenaries.
But- they still failed. Some were arrested and well those who were unlucky died." The old man was reminiscing about the past and silently mourned at those sacrifices.
"So he is strong?" The buff middle-aged man silently said as he smiled and clenched his fist.
When the young man saw this he secretly rolled his eyes because he knew why this big guy was smiling just now.
"Well… you can also call it strong. He though not physically strong, not that I know, but he can defeat or kill his enemies even from a far. He just pointed at them with a stick or a cane-like weapon, with a loud sound, his enemies will just die or wail like something hit them." The old man continued to narrate while having a cold sweat on his back.
At that time he had seen the fight between the store owner and a bandit. He was also a bandit hired from a different customer to get some informations. Even though he is quite old but his ability as a hired killer is still engraved through his body from all those years.
No matter what method he used it is fine as long as the process was fast and efficient. But who knew that someone beat him first and who knew that guy died so fast.
"Old man!" The buff middle-aged man patted the old man's shoulder realizing that he went quiet for a few minutes. Thinking that he may be already drunk.
"Oh!? I'm sorry I was thinking of something. Hahaha!" The old man quickly reacted and almost grabbed the buffed man's hand. 'I am really getting old. If I was on my prime nobody can just touch me even if their was no ill intention.' He then quickly drank another cup of rum. 'Or I am just drunk.'
"We will visit that shop by tomorrow morning? Let us try our luck captain, if there are really no more stocks well let us just come back after we're done." The buff middle-aged man suggested as fearing that his captain will go directly to that store after eating. They still haven't found a place to sleep yet.
"Hmm, let us find an inn first." With the confirmation of their captain the rest felt relieved. They don't want to camp outside if all the inn were full.