The Infernal Blood Crocodile

Third Person's POV

The dark elf, on the other hand, did attract some fleeting gazes, and her sharp features and exotic beauty earned her a few appreciative glances.

However, she lacked the almost ethereal level of magnetism that Virelle possessed and thus the attention she garnered was far more restrained.

Suddenly, Ethan felt a small tug at his side.

Glancing down, he found Velcy grasping the hem of his shirt with her large and expectant eyes silently pointing toward a nearby meat stall operated by a group of massive burly orcs.

The sizzling aroma of grilled meats wafted through the air. It was thick with spices and smoke, making her intentions unmistakable.

Ethan chuckled softly as amusement flickered in his gaze and he indulged her silent request as he started walking toward the stall.