The pub was called Burrowbug Tavern, and it had a striking sense of design. Everything from the furniture and lighting to the tiniest decor and drinkware was carefully crafted and refined.
But it wasn't a large place, and sharing a table with strangers was the norm.
Lightchaser had picked a small four-seat table. While she was teasing her apprentice earlier, the guests at her table had already started laughing. From there, casual conversation naturally followed.
Rita leaned against the window outside, sipping her juice with puffed cheeks, eavesdropping.
She felt like she was witnessing a completely different side of Lightchaser.
Unlike her usual attitude—like the whole world owed her ten million gold—Lightchaser in social mode was surprisingly charming. She was witty, cheerful, and easy to talk to.
