The Hunter Old Sang no longer held any use for the "Sulfur Dragon Breath" group.
Even the previously mild-mannered Minstrel Uriah disregarded the party, took out a map from his backpack to check the direction, and turned to leave the Hunter's Hut with his two teammates, leaving a mess behind.
His gaze swept over the wreckage of wooden chairs on the floor and the despondent middle-aged man.
Xia Nan gestured with his chin at the bald Ranger Tal not far away, indicating he should leave first and not wait for him.
He then stepped forward in Old Sang's direction.
Upon hearing footsteps, expecting more questions, Old Sang forced a smile onto his weathered face and slowly lifted his head.
Two silver coins came into view, pressed onto the table and pushed toward him.
The awkward smile froze instantly.
Looking into those calm, dark eyes, the man parted his lips, wanting to say something.
