"What is a big shot like her coming to Vossier for?" A customer asked.
"I'm sure they have some secret agenda or something. There's no way a family as big as the Rothschilds would come to Vossier for something as trivial as this" another explained.
"I don't really care about thoae conspiracies, what I'm really interested in is seeing that beauty in real life" Another man spoke
The tavern burst into laughter and the atmosphere became livelier.
My grip on the table tightened visibly as I listened to the disgusting remarks they made of Miriam.
The server returned with our order and the pleasant scent of the wyvern meat penetrated my nostrils, but the bubbling anger within me overwhelmed the stimulation.
"Mm...this smells nice" My host for the evening spoke as he took a whiff of the meat, seemingly oblivious to the indecent statements flying around.
