Keith felt bad enough for his actions, but he was not convinced that the business he had trashed was legit.
He had never heard such praises for a business owned by a noble before, and it made Keith wonder if the nobles had cast some kind of magic on these townspeople to sing praises about him.
Otherwise, different people won't have such a big difference between their impressions of the business.
'I cannot sense any magical spell that has been cast, but maybe it is so powerful that I cannot. I should see Dark Elves check for myself if the business owner is a good person or if I am being fooled once more.'
Keith made up his mind, and he stood up.
The alcohol in his system made him swing on his feet, but Keith was able to keep his focus on walking straight and getting out of the place.
Once out, he took a deep breath to clear his head, but his eyes instantly met with a pair of young but sharp ones.
