After breakfast, Aiwass took Sherlock and the others to the inn where the Trolls were staying.
Of the three Trolls, only the hunter with grass-green skin had woken up early. By the time Aiwass arrived, he was wolfing down the unlimited breakfast supply of the inn.
There were guests of various races around, with humans being the majority. Aiwass also spotted the rare Lizardfolk among them.
Though the atmosphere was quite harmonious and everyone's conversation was quiet and polite, no one mocked or attacked the Troll hunter. However, everyone unanimously chose to ignore him and left a large space around him.
The Troll hunter, unconcerned, was very happy to occupy a large space by himself—he had grabbed a huge pile of meat and spread it out across the table in front of him, eating with sauce dripping.
When he looked up and saw Aiwass, he almost choked to death in fright.
