025: Stranger

"She worked at a tavern in Petersburg." First man.

"I'm certain she must've hawked her cunt during her stay." Second man.

"And lost count of the men she's bedded, I'll bet they'll pass for a troop of an army," this from the third man and there was a fit of laughter inside the pub.

"Alpha Finlay hasn't been seen with any woman since his return." Second man.

"It reached my hearing that his number one mistress is readying herself to pay him a visit since he hasn't invited her over," the third man stroked his nose, placed his hand on the table, and then leaned forward to the person in his direction.

From a corner, a boy was playing guitar as these men and women gossiped about Finlay and Ophelia's marriage inside a pub that was jam-packed with people.

Someone in a gray hooded cloak of a fine design appeared and made his way past people and tables. His height and large physique had drawn the attention of some prostitutes, but he avoided them all. His face couldn't be seen and they kept thro