Had to rely on some shady "dirty work" to pay the bills.
"Damn it, if it weren't for those bastards from the Wakefield family, I wouldn't have had such a hard time on Midsummer Day, forced to return to this godforsaken place."
He cursed inwardly.
Vig raised his head again and glanced at the sky outside.
The sun had completely set, and night had fallen.
Draining the last layer of liquor at the bottom of the cup, he stood up and walked towards the tavern entrance.
"Kalin Worm!" "Wind Servant!" "%￥#@￥"
Behind him, the red-bearded Dwarf, who was just chatting exuberantly at the table, seemed to have a dispute with someone, shoving and tangling, attracting the other tavern patrons to gather around.
He snickered, his face showing undisguised disdain.
Vig bypassed the black-haired young man with dual swords on his back who was watching the commotion with amusement.
As he walked out of the tavern, he suddenly felt a cold breeze brush through the stifling air.
