The crowd dispersed, the Deer Horn Pot Tavern closed its doors, and Gaven, who had been mixing drinks for a good five or six hours, was brimming with energy, showing not a hint of fatigue; in fact, he seemed more spirited than ever.
The female servers, on the other hand, looked as if they were about to collapse from exhaustion, sprawled over the bar, refusing to move an inch.
As for the six female mages, they had returned to their family estates to report back not long after nightfall. They had tasks to attend to and had only stolen a brief respite earlier.
By now, they had basically confirmed the authenticity of Gaven's identity. His intention to purchase a large number of horses was not mere boasting or joking; it could very well be true.
