"Sir Liam, how was the dinner?" Jerry approached Liam as he saw him walking inside the Iron Core's bar. Everyone inside the tavern stared at them, wondering why Jerry was approaching a random adventurer-looking guy.
Honestly speaking, compared to everyone else around, Liam looked like a barbaric brute with his leather armor and jacket, even without his weapons, people still expected violence out of him. This was an intended look from him to deter potential trouble.
Due to the city's harsh restrictions, most of the people who could afford to stay in an inn were nobles and wealthy merchants. Even Liam knew that he would stand out like a sore thumb.
"It was…sublime." Liam put on a gentle smile as his eyes slowly panned across the other guests. Just as they were judging him, he was judging them. "But even though the meat was of high quality and cooked to perfection, I still find it lacking."
