When Katrina had said we were going to leave the castle, I didn’t expect the two of us to end up in a local bar.
The entire place is rowdy with men, the smell of beer, sweat, and possibly just bad body odour. Katrina holds tight onto my hand and pulls me towards the second floor, nodding at a brutish looking male behind the bar with familiarity, and in return, he nods.
He has on a brown cotton shirt with a dirty apron worn on top, his reddish hair is more of wired ringlets with a bald patch in the middle, and his pretty emerald eyes takes away people's attention from the large scar down his cheek.
“The rest are upstairs, the third room to the right.” He said, his eyes narrowing on my unfamiliar face as he watches the both of us head towards the stairs at the corner of the room.
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