Did she look fine? Absolutely not. Anyone could tell that this was just an act of courtesy.
But maybe that was enough, as Hessa dragged me to a shop called [Black Anvil]. Wasn't that a blacksmith shop? There's an anvil drawn on the sign!
"Isn't this a blacksmith shop?"
"The owner is a dwarf. Maybe that's why everyone says the alcohol tastes good."
When I saw the name of the shop, I thought it was a blacksmith shop, but when I went inside, it was an ordinary tavern inside. Should I call it an inn to be exact? Judging from the stairs leading up to the second floor, it seemed to be a lodging business as well.
The dwarf who seemed to be the owner found us at the counter and spoke to us.
"Huh? Why did you bring a customer here"
It seemed like the owner of the store knew Hessa and the other woman, so he spoke to us in a friendly manner.
"He's just an acquaintance. I brought him here because he said he didn't know any bars."
