"The nightingale is singing. In the air, her voice was floating…"
The bard’s singing, although in that small border town, was actually pretty beautiful and alluring. Thus, when Lucien came to sit down on the other side of their table, the half-elf girl with light brown hair was a bit surprised and her back straightened up immediately.
When Lucien explained his intention, the elder elf-looking lady was amused, "You want to hire us?"
Her fair hand was gently knocking on the wooden table in a fixed rhythm.
Looking at Lucien sitting in front of her, the sophisticated lady also took him as a young noble lord who had read too many adventure novels and was acting on the impulse to explore the continent.
"Yes," Lucien nodded calmly, "I want to go to Korsor. I wonder if you three are willing to be my guards."
