After finishing my drink at the tavern, I staggered outside and walked deep into the town of Whadoomeelf with a bent posture. Though, there's really much nothing for me to do now that the excitement for drinking in a tavern is no longer running through my body.
{Master...}
Yes-yes, do you want to nag me about fingering that waiter and so on?
{No, that is not the problem, master. The thing is that you didn't pay attention to a specific detail in the tavern.}
A specific detail... Is it about drinking some stinky orc piss?
{No, not that. Well... It is also not like an orc piss is bad after all. It's fermented. I would like to bring to your attention the comments made by other customers about you training their wives or slaves.}
Training their wife and slaves... Did I tell them I was a gym trainer or something?
