The bartender was a thick-bearded man with a rough-looking face and wrinkly skin that made him appear much older than he actually was.
As he wielded the smoking flintlock pistol on his right hand, he pointed it straight between Ambrose's eyebrows and said:
"This tavern has a strict no-mask rule. Therefore, take off your mask, or the next bullet goes between your brows."
"Alright."
Ambrose put his hands up to show he meant no harm and slowly removed his mask.
His handsome countenance with pure, purple eyes was revealed, but his skin looked rather dirty, as if he had been traveling for days without rest.
"There was a sign outside the tavern." The bartender slowly slid the flintlock pistol back to his holster and continued. "You should keep your eyes open; otherwise, next time I'll just kill you where you stand."
Ambrose took a single step outside and checked the sign beside the door, which he had totally ignored beforehand.
