Arlon, now with his real face, sat on a wooden chair inside the small potion shop, mirroring Charon across the table.
Charon stroked his long beard, studying him with those sharp, knowing eyes.
"Sir Charon, you haven't changed much either." Arlon smirked. "But I should correct you. I didn't level up that much… but I trained a lot."
Charon let out a low chuckle. "Good for you. Though I imagine that only means you've been doing things the hard way."
Arlon shrugged. "Isn't that the best way to grow?"
"Tch." Charon shook his head. "Do you need to ask me that? If you didn't know the answer, you wouldn't do it."
Arlon simply smiled but didn't argue.
Charon leaned back in his chair. "So? Why are you back here? I doubt it's just for a social visit."
"We were close by, and I wanted the others to have a week off. So, we came here."
Charon raised an eyebrow. "A week off? From what, murder?"
