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As they delved deeper into the night, Ivan continued to swirl the mop around, determined to clean the bloodstains from the floor. Despite his reluctance, he couldn't ignore the fact that he was the one who had created this mess, so he felt a responsibility to clean it up.
On the other side of the tavern, Lorson and Aira found a moment to take a break. They had arranged the scattered tables and other items, and now they sat together at a table.
"So, an Archmage, huh?" Lorson initiated the conversation.
"Yes, quite a strong one, in fact. But, I'm curious, how did your friend know that already?" Aira inquired.
"Ha, he's weird like that," Lorson replied with a shrug.
"He really is. That aura from before, are you sure it's safe being around him?" Aira asked with a touch of concern.
