At this moment, Rolin, who had her back to the hunter all this time, finally saw the hunter who had walked into the room.
A sudden rush of adrenaline made her heart skip a beat.
The hunter's distinctive clothes were immediately recognizable, and turning around she whispered to Violet.
"Isn't that a hunter?"
Violet nodded affirmatively, twitching her lips and shooting a weird look at Rolin as if to say, isn't that obvious?
Everyone could recognize his identity and his air of distinction. From the moment he walked into the tavern, it was easy to see that he didn't quite fit in with the surroundings.
He seemed to be a solitary wolf wandering the wilderness, standing out uncomfortably wherever he appeared, especially here.
Soon, the tavern owner, carrying a plate of sliced dark bread and wooden spoon in hand, approached the hunter.
This hunter was unlike the surrounding mercenaries. He looked like a penniless nobleman, politely accepting the dish and spoon from the owner.
