Chapter 84: Outer District's Market
The next day.
As Vincent descended the stairs in his usual attire, complete with his Shifting Visage mask, his gaze met the ever-stoic bartender of the Newcomer's Lounge, Rednetrab. The man was dutifully wiping down a glass, as if the act were a sacred ritual.
"Seems you had a fun night, eh?" Rednetrab remarked. Though his tone was devoid of overt emotion, Vincent couldn't shake the feeling that there was a teasing undertone lurking beneath the words. Hidden by his mask, Vincent managed a wry smile, unwilling to confirm or deny the implication.
The morning had been an interesting ordeal, to say the least.
