Thales sat at the bar counter and looked at the Western Desert Altbier in his hand. He had been in a gloomy mood for quite some time.
During that period, Quick Rope went back and forth in the tavern drenched in sweat. He flipped through his ledger, checked the numbers, and was busy dealing with the property Kant left behind. Meanwhile, Louisa, Dean, Mickey, and Dante's Greatswords came in one by one to the tavern and went up to the first floor to have a meeting with Simon as well as Old Hammer.
"Wya, are you sure you have no problem sitting here?"
Dean squeezed his way into the noisy tavern and cast a puzzled a glance at the pouting Thales by the bar counter before he went upstairs.
"Yes." Thales lifted his face out of the glass and burped. With an unpleasant look, he glared at Tampa who was standing on the other side of the counter. He gritted his teeth furiously. "I'm very familiar with the tavern owner."
