A foul-tempered Oriana was waiting for Arlan outside the tavern.
It's been more than half an hour since she arrived at their promised meeting place.
Earlier, she found herself a table on a nice corner inside, intending to snack while waiting for the noble brat to arrive, but she had to witness useless drunkards talking trash and being rude to the female servers.
The strong stench of alcohol and their rowdy laughter were suffocating. One drunkard even invited her, 'the poor little boy in the corner' to join their table.
Not to mention running through the dangerous forest to reach the city as fast as she could, she had also been disgusted twice by the scenes inside the tavern. No wonder Oriana was in an extremely foul mood.
Adding insult to injury, that brat was still nowhere to be seen!
'That brat didn't forget, did he?'
She decided to wait outside, unless she ended up in a brawl.
