The man who greeted them guided them to a room at the back of the tavern, expressing gratitude as he smiled, "Your men helped us a lot that day. If not for them, half the tavern would have been destroyed, and we would have lost up to 10 gold coins!
So, I really appreciate what your men did for us. It saved us from forcing us to close our business."
"Oh? Are you doing badly?" Rory inquired, his brows furrowed.
As someone who was looking to sell his services, it would suck if his potential first customer was on the brink of going bankrupt!
This man, named River, said in a more serious tone. "Things are complicated for people like us, young man. Our tavern has some loyal customers; these people have been coming here for decades, and I'm confident in saying that we have the best beer in town.
