The tavern was bustling. Concerningly, unfortunately bustling.

Almost every table was full, staff was moving back and forth between them constantly. There were four seats open at the bar. Two on each side of a large, towering man.

He held a beer in his hand, making small talk with the bartender. A sizable claymore sat leaned against the bar next to him. As you looked at it you questioned whether or not an actual person could use it in battle. A fur was slung over one of his shoulders, a crest suspended out of its mouth.

The Aegella family crest.

Certianly that wasn’t right. He did not look like he belonged in the Aegella family, regardless of status.