While they ate, old Lenok couldn't help but scoot next to Marcus, the obvious leader of one group. "If I may ask, where do you purchase this type of shield?"
"It's not ours, it's part of the Inn's extension."
"The what?"
"The Inn extension," Marcus repeated.
The newcomers gaped, completely not understanding him, and understandably so.
The more tactful girls sighed, explaining things to them in his stead.
"There is an inn some tens of kilometers from here. The facilities are much more complete. This is just a satellite."
The newcomers continued to gape, still not understanding.
Well, they knew all the words, but they felt mysterious when put together.
The girls looked at each other and shrugged, no longer saying more. The existence of the inn…was really difficult to explain.
Dinner continued to be leisurely, though a certain elf with sharper eyes flinched when she looked in a certain direction, brightening when she recognized the newcomers. "Finn! Syl!"
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