That night, Agares walked away from Milenia's residence toward Goro's tavern. He didn't know where to go to calm his thoughts, his head still clouded and the image of Faircallen's destruction still vividly etched in his mind.
Maybe enjoying a few bottles of cheap beer from the tavern could ease his mind and guilt.
The tavern door opened; he saw there weren't many guests that night. They filled the lower floor, and not a single one occupied the seats on the upper floor.
Agares arrived, and Mel greeted him right away. Everyone already knew who Agares was and what his contributions were to the city, though there were also some citizens who believed Agares was the source of yesterday's chaos.
Before this, there had never been such a disaster. It had split the townspeople into two camps—those who liked and those who hated Agares.
"How are you, city lord?" asked Mel, already knowing what Agares would order.
