As they entered, Tyr kept contemplating how he felt at this moment.
'I don't want to see any innocent person suffering the fate of a slave. But... I'm too damn weak to do anything about it. Then again, it doesn't feel right to help people who don't ask for it... maybe it's not my place to intrude?'
It was that same feeling again. The feeling of helplessness that he hated more than anything else in his entire life.
There was nothing more binding than that feeling. It was the complete opposite of his goal of freedom.
This establishment was similar to the one in Seris. It was very large, with several help desk booths at the back.
However, it was packed with people, making it slightly resemble Mycelia's Hunter's Guild.
"Let's make this quick," Hanzo said, "I don't want to stay in this kingdom any longer than I have to." He walked to the counter line.
As Tyr and Malon waited, Malon received some odd glances from time to time.
