Foaming Drink Inn

In a small shack by the dock, a glasses-wearing man slept with his legs leaning against the counter, the chair under him creaking softly whenever he moved slightly.

"Hey, Norman!"

A man shouted and kicked the chair from under him.

Norman quickly opened his eyes and flipped himself back to his feet before he fell down. It was an amazing show of agility.

"Tch…" the man clicked his tongue. "Go do your job. Check those young men over there!"

"Hmm?"

Norman nudged his glasses and looked over to the young men, who seemed quite lost at the busy dock but looked like they had just arrived.

He took his money bag, then tossed his satchel over his shoulder and headed over to the young men.

"You, there!"

After hearing the shout, Kiernan and Julian looked over—they recognized Norman as one of the Harbor Masters—they were waiting for one of them to come.

They didn't want to illegally enter Nightingale City after all.