Neruthal

As they strolled down the final market street, a group of adventurers passed by in battered armor, bloodstains and all. They looked at Edgar and paused some distance away before quickly changing their direction.

One of them seemed to murmur something along the lines of "Why is this butcher here?"

Orion raised an eye looking at the running group. "You knew them?" he asked.

Edgar stroked his beard, "Hmm, they might be my admirers when I was young. They probably got shy and ran away."

Orion rolled his eyes at him but didn't pry further. Helena shook her head as she knew how famous he was in his younger years and what reputation he had.

They finally ended up in front of a small noodle stall where hearty aroma wafted out.

"You kids hungry?" Edgar asked.

"I could eat," Rina said.

Fiora shyly nodded.

"Then sit," Helena smiled softly. "My treat."