"I understand that very well. We received the information more than a dozen days ago. I happened to be traveling around with a company of elite knights, following an archbishop, so we came to receive these guests," Wislin rubbed his hands. "I heard Anna is among them, is that true? I only heard a few vague names, but I'm afraid it might just be another elf with the same name."
"It must be her!" Morgan seemed utterly confident. "Wislin, want to make a bet? If I win, how about canceling the bet from last time?"
"No, Morgan, a bet is a bet. If you hadn't gotten drunk last time and dyed the bishop's robe pink, I wouldn't have thought of this method," Wislin had a resolute expression but couldn't hide the smug smile behind it. "There's still a month left, you better not break your promise."
"Alright, I know. I always keep my word, just like our mage," Morgan turned his gaze to Lynch. "Why haven't you told Wislin about that matter?"
