Silence.
Silence hung over the bar for a moment.
Haworg and the woman were silent. Neither of them spoke as their casual conversation quickly turned into something far more serious.
"A fucking True Lord against a K4-Phantom. And… judging by the grim look on your face, that Lord is already on his way here, isn't he?"
The woman took another sip before nodding. Her gray eyes quickly took on a weary look.
"Yes. You know… Haworg, you and I have found ourselves in a strange situation."
"Ah? What do you mean?"
She gulped.
"We're both curious to see how this will turn out. Will a True Lord be able to kill Adam Vinter, or will he manage to escape yet again? But… at the same time, I'm trembling with fear knowing that something of such magnitude is about to happen at the Gray Sea."
However, Haworg didn't share her emotions. He was confused.
