Master of whispers [Bonus Chapter: PS last week]

The tavern, be it on the outside or the inside, didn't look like anything one would expect to find on the road connecting the autonomous, lawless city with the anarchic state of a fallen noble house.

Its outside was well-kept, with gardens cut by the various paths one could take from the main road to the tavern's courtyard, stable, and shed area. The insides, however…

Whoever was responsible for keeping up this place's appearances deserved a raise.

And despite being the one that invited the chaos to this perfectly well-kept and designed main hall of the tavern, Callane still could spot the value in hiring the man responsible for the design of this place.

Still, as she was right now, standing in the entrance and looking down at the long tables all sprawling out in a half-circle pointed toward the innkeeper's counter at the center, she wasn't exactly in a place to post any hiring notices… even if her noble lineage would normally allow her to do so.