The most hectic time of the day in the tavern, apart from the night, was the time of breakfast. It was curious to see how we had all become accustomed to that place, to the smell of new wood, alcohol, beer and all the smells that the excesses of the night could generate.
The weather had improved, and in the eyes of Slug and the dwarves, it seemed that there was already some anxiety about the departure, Bloodhamer would stay in the city to help Arabastra, but the rest of us had to say goodbye after a whole winter of coexistence. .
The dwarves turned out to be reliable companions in battle, and a little less reliable when the alcohol was flowing at night, but they couldn't be blamed for being the first to sing and the last to stop drinking.
We were all saying goodbye when a Vertran in brand new golden armor entered the tavern. He was not one of Biorg's soldiers, nor was he one of the armor of honor guards or advisors.
