"No harm! A little drink won't cause any trouble!"
After all, he had a potion to sober up...
...
After Kemidir left satisfied, Osa finished the remaining wine in his cup alone and then left the tavern almost buried by the heavy snow.
On the streets, only a few lights flickered; the magic apprentices had long returned home before curfew, leaving only the closing vendors and adventurers heading back to their nests.
However, he didn't return to his lodging but cautiously circled several times on the street to confirm that no one was following him, eventually turning into a rarely traveled alley.
A cloaked figure was already waiting in the shadows like a statue, with a gaze that was indifferent yet bloodthirsty, like a cold moon hanging in the chilling wind.
And that bit of moonlight seemed to be the only light in the alley.
Osa dared not meet those eyes but instead hurriedly stepped forward, bowed his head respectfully, and reported the final results of the task.
