When night settled again, I brought Elira with me to the pub. This time, the place was far busier. More people from our caravan had gathered there, and even the leader himself was among them.
The pub reeked of sweat, alcohol, and maybe a touch of vomit. Most women would have run out the door the moment that smell hit them, but for me… it carried a strange comfort. Surrounded by these rough, noisy people, I felt something I hadn't expected.
Welcomed... Needed.
Was it strange for me to feel that way?
"Beatrice! Hahaha! You came!" Northern Wolf's booming voice rose above every other sound in the pub. Perfect. With him acknowledging me so openly, slipping into the ranks of the fighters would become far easier.
I lifted a hand in a casual wave, then glanced back at Elira. "Come on, let's go. I'll introduce you to the rest." She nodded with a timid but excited look in her eyes, taking in the lively chaos around us.
