At night, the tavern was noisy and stuffy. Loud laughter and voices, like fun. Until the door of the tavern opened and a young man was thrown out into the street.

He fell on his back and screamed at people.

"Huh, for what? I just beat you at cards! I didn't cheat!"

He stood up, defiantly pushed his thick black hair back, and shook off the dust from his body. Magnus noticed the look, and turned to the person.

"What are you looking at?"

He muttered resentfully.