The young man drinks his beer, and his eyes give off a great deal of positive energy.
He has a great deal of time on his mind. "It is good that people are happy," he thought in his mind.
At that time, he notices something and then looks at the ground. He notices a piece of stone, which most likely got inside because of the boots of farmers.
He takes a small piece of stone with his right hand and places it in his left hand. It is identical in size to the human eye.
He then looks at the table with blank eyes.
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"Do you think he noticed us?"
Advian whispers to Glacia. Glacia just laughs a little and then whispers back.
"Don't be an amateur." "Just calm down, Advian."
Glacia tries to look as ordinary as she can. They are in a town that they don't know too much about. It is common knowledge that you should not draw attention to yourself in an area where you do not know who lives there or who could be watching.
For a moment, she notices something simple. The young man plays with a pebble; she shakes her head as she smiles, and then two people enter the tavern. Advian and Glacia both look at the door and notice that the two people there are familiar to them.
They quickly notice them and come to their table. Pulling some chairs that are not being used by anybody
"It's been far too long since I've seen you two."
A short man with a bald head speaks with a great, funny smile on his face. The woman with silver-colored hair who is beside the short man does not speak and just nods to acknowledge Advian and Glacia.
Glacia does not speak any gibberish and speaks directly.
"There is a guy that we don't know who noticed us, I think."
As Glacia talks, she looks at the corner table and gulps.
Advian, too, starts to take some fast breaths. Advian and Glacia's eyes change as fear can be read through them with ease. Eyes are the windows of the soul, they said, and it is true in most cases.
"He is gone!" Glacia and Advian exclaimed at the same time, rising from their chairs. The commotion caused some attention from the townspeople in the tavern.
The short, bald man and the woman with silver hair do not speak and instead focus on their surroundings.
The time passes, and after ten minutes of being completely focused, they have nothing to hold on to. The tavern owner, an old man with a great body, comes to their table and starts to talk.
"You four have been sitting here without ordering anything." "Sorry, but we are not charity; leave or order something."
At that time, Advian and Glacia get up from the chair at the same time and leave the tavern. They sat down after they were concentrating, but right now, sitting is not going to help them.
Glacia asks a question to a white-haired woman.
"Cindel, did you find anything?"
Cindel nods and then speaks. Her eyes ooze coldness, her face does not change, and anything but emotion can be seen on her face.
"It is not like I found leads via my power; whoever left these trails made it clear that he wants to be followed."
Looking at the ground, Cindel is seeing something with her eyes. Glacia takes a deep breath and makes eye contact with Advian.
"What will we do?"
Advian plays with his black beard and puts his right hand on his waist as he speaks.
"We are already being watched." "I do not believe that whoever he is, he is trying to ambush us or lead us into a trap." "If we do not know about him, it will create a mystery and suspense; we cannot sleep with ease."