Thales frowned and his face turned unpleasant. "A girl?!"
"Oh, I'm really sorry," Tampa evaluated him from head to toe, then shrugged with an enlightened look on his face. "You looked so delicate, and you were sitting so straight all this while with your legs closed. You didn't even speak, I really thought you were a girl."
Thales forced a smile with mixed emotions in his heart.
Quick Rope coughed until his face was red, and only then did he manage to catch his breath. "He's a newcomer. We saved him in the desert. Please be gentle with him..."
Tampa stared at Thales, making the latter extremely uneasy. After a few seconds, Tampa stopped frowning. He bent down once more.
"Come! Since you're Quick Rope's girl, I mean, since he brought you here..." When Tampa got up, a glass of frothing beer was placed heavily in front of Thales. "Here's your first glass of authentic Western Desert Altbier, free of charge!" The tavern owner's voice was bold and happy.
