"…And I busted that guy's head open with my mighty hammer. I am telling you, hammers are really strong in this game!"
"…In the early game, at least. None of these noobs' shields can withstand hammer strikes, but on the other hand, it must be quite exhausting to swing it around!"
"…Haha, yeah, but I am strong!"
The players laughed among themselves.
"Hah."
Lucas, the gray-haired man, laughed as well and sipped on the alcohol in his ornate goblet.
"…Who is that?"
In that moment, one of the party members looked at the young man who was approaching the table, and he was walking with Poppy.
"…Why is he with Poppy?"
"…Who the fuck is he?"
Lucas looked around with squinted eyes, put the drink down, and stared down at Poppy, who shrank like a frightened animal under his gaze.
"Poppy, who is he, and what are you doing with him?"
Lucas asked angrily.
"A-ah… ah…"
Poppy stammered, terrified by the anger in Lucas' voice.
