Ixion looked over his shoulder at the wide-eyed Dave.
He muttered to Dia:
"So, uh… Still think only thugs visit taverns?"
Dia looked over at the stalkers.
"They may not be thugs, but..."
Dia motioned her head toward the group.
'Fair point.'
Dia smiled, then added:
"I'd assumed you'd visited this tavern before. Yet, you apparently haven't."
Ixion took a sip of Joe's Water, gulping down the cold refreshment.
"I only found this place on one of my wanderings."
"What are you doing traveling down random back alleys?"
Ixion chuckled and said:
"Looking for a lost hope."
Dia's eyes narrowed.
"Hope? From what I've heard from father, he's long gone."
Ixion laughed.
"There's a movement in the slums where people are praying to Hope as if it will bring him back to do 'something'. You can infer what I mean. But, the point is, his name is now being used as a word."
Dia's eyes narrowed as she sipped Joe's Tea.
"So… you were looking for a word? What does it even mean?"
