The discomfort was written all over Carl's face right then. He squinted and answered.
"Boy! We're not heading there just to hire some hooker. We have an important mission at the brothel."
Roy frowned and scratched his head for a moment.
"A mission? That's got nothing to do with me."
Carl snorted.
"Of course it does, Don't you want to go with me? Don't you want to ascend your soul? There are plenty of killers, or someone like them, waiting for you there."
Roy lingered for a moment before frowning and nodding quietly.
Carl clicked his tongue.
"Good! Let's go. No more wasting time here."
Before long, both of them left the tavern and hired a carriage to begin their journey to the border of the Ortega Family.
