Cordu Village, Ol' Tavern
"Oak, I'll bet you anything Aurore's some rich man's mistress who got caught by his shrew of a wife and had to flee to the countryside! Why else would a beauty like her buy property in our little Cordu and mix with us country bumpkins?" slurred Larca Guillaume to his drinking companion, clearly deep in his cups.
Oak instinctively glanced around the room before clapping Larca on the shoulder.
"I need to get back to the fields. You'd better hope Lumian doesn't hear you talking like that. You know how he gets—turns into a rabid dog when he's angry, and Aurore knows how to fight. She always has his back."
With that, Oak stood and left Ol' Tavern.
Just as Larca Guillaume was about to drain the last of his drink, he spotted a sultry woman entering through the doorway. Her fitted red dress plunged dramatically at the chest, revealing an expanse of pale skin.
Gulp... Larca couldn't help but swallow hard, his body growing flushed with heat.
