"Do you think they came after something else?" Ryker takes a sip of the orange juice that was served to him by the waiter.
He grimaces, reholding the urge to spit it out. It tasted like water mixed with urine and sugar.
He pushes the cup away, placing his elbows on the table as he focuses on Royce. Who is enjoying the dry cashew nuts from the wooden bowl plate.
He playfully throws one nut up and catches it with his mouth., chewing loudly, his attention fixed on the stage in the middle of the room.
They were back on the second floor of the tavern.
"I have a feeling they are after the pieces of the purple primordial meteorites," Ryker cannot bring his mind to forget about the attack on them last night, although he badly wants to forget about the incident before that.
