Chapter 100. At a Bar

CAIVAN

Another bar. Since Gilford, I’ve not been especially keen to step into one. But we have very little option; not when we’ve been turned away thrice.

The hamlet is a certainly quiet one. And the few folks we’ve seen seem very cautious, so I can only assume they’ve had their share of the creatures that now plague the south.

The bar is even quieter. Perhaps because it had rained, or something had happened before the rain. Either way, the place is dark, and the only people inside are a cloaked person in the corner and the bartender.

Of the three of us, I’m the one who’s gotten the worse sting of the rain, given that Daena and Camille conveniently had coats suited for the purpose. Lian and Ima could handle the cold. Not me, I couldn’t risk transforming for insulation. Couldn’t risk transforming at all.

The bartender throws a glance at us, but it’s Ima she really sees. She frowns when she says, “No animals in here.”

Camille raises her brows in so