"Get out, you scoundrel, there's no customer for you here. If you squeeze in again, we might accidentally crush you into a meat pie, and that wouldn't be good."
Laughter immediately erupted from the people nearby. There's no need to show any courtesy to this scoundrel; he deserves to be mocked ruthlessly.
Coke spat disdainfully but didn't mind. This time, he quietly moved closer, wanting to watch the commotion. (*Modified "persistent" -> "disdainful"*)
As long as he didn't open his mouth to peddle his annoying goods, everyone tolerated him.
Soon the place became lively.
However, the two Beastmen had some restraint; they weren't actually fighting with weapons, but wrestling shirtless.
The Night Watchers on patrol turned a blind eye to this, occasionally watching from the side.
The quiet corner near the High-Level cabins seemed like another world.
Because here, Magic was present, and the noise from outside was filtered out.
