Gerard Mitchell didn't like sharing a table with strangers, but after looking around and seeing all other tables were full, he nodded to the blond man.
With permission granted, the blond man nodded in gratitude before sitting diagonally across from Gerard.
However, he didn't order anything to eat or drink, instead sitting upright, his left hand gently resting on the hilt of his sword, and his gaze shifting between the harpist in the side hall and the other patrons.
In the noisy, disorderly tavern, he seemed out of place.
The plump tavern owner's wife sashayed over, drawing the attention of the patrons along the way. She threw a flirtatious glance at the handsome blond man and said in a sticky-sweet voice, "Little brother, would you like something?"
"No." The blond man crossed his arms, turned his gaze aside, and replied expressionlessly, "Thank you."
"Really nothing?"
The blond man firmly replied, "I need nothing."
