Rowan ordered Bearded Doren and Large Shield Espin to rest moderately. But he instructed them not to gamble or drink excessively. Simple games, losing a few coins wasn't bad, but he didn't kindly say to withdraw at the appropriate line.
"Do you drink?"
"Yes. A little."
War Merchant Panfanel sat while bringing alcohol and snacks to the table. Since he brought it, it was Rowan's turn to pour. Alcohol rose in the cups, and they each took a sip.
If dinner was harmonious and a time to know backgrounds about each other, now was time to handle fairly important topics.
'What does he want that he called me.'
If it was just for friendship, it should have ended with dinner time, but War Merchant Panfanel wanted alcohol. It meant he had intentions.
"There's been something like this for a while. Robbers, I mean. They keep getting killed, and the plunder flows here and becomes stolen goods to be sold. It goes to soldiers or flows to mercenaries or back alleys."
"..."
