Faye's werewolf relative grumbled and stomped towards the exit of the coffee shop, with Malin squinting calmly behind him—truly deserving of the title of an outsider, as no one in Carterburg's territory dared to raise their voice against Malin Gaiate anymore.
Well, not that there weren't any before, it's just that after a good hammering, they all fell into line.
That's the thing with outsiders. Malin strongly suspected this guy had been living in the Imperial Capital for far too long, possibly forgetting how precious life really is.
Why though? Aren't you relatives with Faye? Why can't you discuss things civilly? Malin lamented for the sorry state of the world.
Following him out of the coffee shop, Malin spotted a carriage, and the young people atop it all hopped down upon seeing this fellow named Sigro.
A gnome stepped forward a few paces: "Boss, where are the others?"
