The dimly lit tavern.
Guests in the tavern were all drinking their drinks on the table, eating small dishes. They were chatting about various mundane topics as if this was a tavern that focused on quiet and peace.
Looking out from the nearby window.
Tonight's starry sky was exceptionally beautiful, the star river was full of stars, dotted brilliantly.
A few shining stars were sitting in the sky, decorating the night with light.
In the corner of the tavern.
Balazs, slightly disguised, was quietly waiting.
As the table opposite him was pulled open.
He looked up and saw it was Alka.
After Alka sat down, he said, "Looks like I'm late?"
Balazs looked at Alka in front of him, scrutinized his face in the dim light. Then he shook his head: "No, I just arrived recently, but are you okay now?"
"What do you mean? What could be wrong with me?" Alka frowned at these words, asking with confusion.
Balazs blinked, making sure it wasn't the dim light's effect, pointed at Alka's face.
