Capital City, Glacias Tavern and Bar,
"What the hell is happening here?" someone shouted in the crowd without caring about the amount of knights standing there. "I have paid for the drinks and table. Why couldn't I go in?"
The knights wanted to know that too. Why have they stopped so many people from entering? What in the world was happening but no one had the guts to ask Lenhart about it.
The man looked more like a ghost day by day. He rarely slept, hardly ate and his eyes were bursting red as if they were filled with blood. No one would dare to approach him carelessly. But that did not mean they did not want answers.
It has been a week and they have been searching different places. Everytime they get a hint about Philip, Lenhart does not even wait to confirm but acts at once. He had never behaved like that in the past. And he was losing credibility. Even his own men look at him with doubt now.
