Chapter 1412 ()

As they approached the tavern where Brendan was known to loiter, Jacob could hear the raucous laughter and boisterous shouts emanating from within. "Sounds like he's having a great time at our expense," Jacob muttered, anger bubbling beneath the surface.

Inside the tavern, Brendan was indulging himself with food and drink, his demeanor relaxed. "There's no more wine, old coot! Hurry up and get me more!" he hollered, slamming his fist on the table, sending a plate of food clattering to the floor. His arrogance was on full display, completely unaware of the storm brewing just outside.

No sooner had his words rang out than a figure darted in and shot a palm out at him. The sudden intrusion shattered Brendan's moment of leisure, and he sobered up immediately. "Damn it! How dare you sneak up on me, you lowly peasant!" he bellowed, his voice laced with outrage.