Then, he looked at the others at the table, pointed at his companion with a thumb, and teased, "If only he could do this earlier, the two of us wouldn't have ended up performing on the streets."
Gerard, Mikhail, and Marcia all laughed kindly — although this lute player with an extravagant hat was a bit odd, he had a kind of magic power that made it hard to dislike him.
Off to the side, Siegfried was both annoyed and amused, "What? So it's me who's been fooling around and causing trouble all along?"
"Oh? Why don't we let everyone here judge." The lute player deliberately put on a serious face, counting on his fingers, "Who was it that hadn't even left Varn before getting swindled out of all his belongings? Who was it that got overheated with a sense of justice in Rainbow Creek, only to lose all our travel money? And who exposed his accent in Kingsfort, making us have to escape overnight, even selling the horse..."
Siegfried admitted defeat.
