Stepping on the bar's upper floor, Julius looked at a black-bearded man holding two women under his right arm while he sipped from a glass of alcohol with his left. A burning cigar lay on an ashtray as he recounted his voyage's stories spiritedly.
On an adjacent table, his crew played mysterious games with focused expressions, betting bronze coins with smirks.
Unfazed by their scares or bulging muscles, Julius walked decisively, stopping before the captain's table with a smile.
"I heard you'll set sail soon. I want to embark on your ship to reach a port city close to Alkemia Al-Nur," he said, his voice firm and eyes determined.
Upon hearing his voice, a frown etched itself on Flintwaters as he diverted his eyes from the women and gazed at the kid. "Since when poor kids are authorised to enter this bar?" He said disdainfully before adding menacingly, "Leave if you don't want your mother to bury your stiff corpse this evening."
