The dimly lit pub buzzed with hushed conversations, the scent of spiced ale and roasted meat thick in the air. Lanterns flickered, casting uneven light across the wooden beams and stone walls. The occasional clatter of tankards and laughter from a drunken patron punctuated the low hum of the room.
Katherine sat across from Ruel, still processing his presence. He looked eerily similar to her, yet the differences were clear now that she studied him up close. His face was sharper, his expressions more relaxed—almost playful, like he had long since grown accustomed to adapting in foreign places. His red hair was shorter than hers, a bit messier, and his green eyes held a knowing glint, as if he had seen more of this world than she could yet comprehend. His actions are a little effeminate, along with his voice, but his sharp looks speaks his masculinity.
Beside her, Laura sat with an air of calm confidence, while Arianne remained standing, her posture tense but attentive.
