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Getting into the tavern, Masha and the maid found a perfect spot to sit, just at the corner of the room. While Czar and the guards took a different seat, a little distant from theirs.

The air was thick with the scent of roasted meat and ale. Raucous sound of laughter filled the air as clienteles swapped stories and joked over drinks, while clanging of metals could be heard as others rose their cups to a toast. It was a little noisy for Masha - crowded and noisy.

"You are not comfortable here, are you?" The maid seated next to her suddenly asked, a light smile on her face.

Masha simply titled her head.

"I understand. Unfortunately, this is the best tavern we could find. When we get to the Palace, you can have a proper meal."

Just then, a burly man sauntered towards them, his face contorted into a scowl. Masha knew at that instant that he was one of the workers.

"What are your orders, miss?" He placed his both hands on their table and asked. He had a protruding tummy and also an o