Inside a large tavern in downtown Nefer.
The group of men led by the King of Megaris entered the crowded building. As soon as they stepped foot inside, their presence was immediately felt. Heads turned, conversations faltered, and whispers of admiration filled the air. These were obviously not ordinary men, with their strong, muscular frames and their tall features handsome.
"A mercenary band?"
"Fool, do they look that poor to you?"
"From their attire, they must be foreigners."
"Indeed, Nefer has been flooded by people from all over the continent due to the summit."
"Aye, look at their pale skin. Probably friends from afar."
A lot of people observing them tacitly agreed they were a group of young masters who secretly came out to have fun.
