Without wasting any time, Sylvaris made his way toward the nearest inn.
He didn't bother hiding himself. He didn't care if people stared. He walked openly and proudly with two beautiful women clinging to his sides, his presence splitting the street like a hot blade through butter.
Whispers erupted all around him.
"Who the hell is that arrogant prick?"
"Is that... the hero?"
The inn itself reeked of alcohol, stale sweat, greasy food, and the unmistakable filth of too many bodies passing through without care. It wasn't the kind of place nobles visited. It was the kind of place drunk men dragged women to for a rough, forgettable night.
Yet Sylvaris didn't flinch.
He pushed through the creaking door, the eyes of the entire filthy room locking onto him and the two stunning women at his side.
The air turned tense immediately.
