Reading the entirety of the letter down to the perfectly inked parchment, he was left in silent thought, processing each word. While he had questions, the hungry members of his party were quick to pull him over.
"C'mon, c'mon! It's time to celebrate!" Otto hurried, grabbing his arm with a smile.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," Noah followed with a small laugh, letting himself be pulled along.
Through the lively streets of Tiras at night, a suitable tavern brought the triumphant group in. Right away, Otto sat down at a table, slapping his gloves against the wood surface to hurry the others to join him, "Sit! C'mon!"
"You're awfully pumped up considering the day we've had," Noah said, taking the seat across from the archer.
