From the outside, Liam couldn't look more out of place. He was the only rooting expert at the table, but the representatives' reactions said otherwise.
Grace obtained quite a few looks, especially from the woman who carried the colors she had once worn. However, Liam had her beat there, being at the center of multicolored attention.
The cloaked man from the Assassins Guild looked wary of Liam. The old woman from the Messengers Guild kept staring at him, her eyebrows occasionally arcing, be it in surprise or confusion.
The man from the Mercenary Guild showed open hostility instead, looking daggers at Liam. As for the bald man from the Church, he just smiled at him, but his interest was evident.
The general attention was so blatant that Felix joined it, seemingly conflicted between admonishment and helplessness when inspecting Liam. As for why, Liam was well aware.
