Penjaga bar menatap dompet koin sejenak sebelum mengambil papar dari bawah meja dan menamplakkannya. Pada papar itu, ditulis dengan kapur adalah daftar menu beserta harganya—kebanyakan harganya cukup mahal menurut standar umum. 'Dua ale, empat perak. Tambah sup? Delapan perak total. Jika kamu ingin makan yang proper, ikan panggang dengan roti kulit keras, itu akan menghabiskan satu koin emas per piring.' Dia sedikit miring ke depan, nadanya menjadi licik. 'Kami punya cumicumi asin dan kerang asap, spesialitas lokal. Tidak tahu apakah kalian bisa menangani rasanya, though. Tangan pria berjubah mengayun dekat dompet saat ia menatap papar. 'Kami akan ambil dua sup, dua ale, dan roti. 'Delapan perak,' kata penjaga bar, nadanya netral. 'Dan untuk perak ekstra, saya mungkin memiliki sesuatu yang lebih baik daripada kaldu sup yang tipis.' Bibirnya melengkung menjadi senyum semacam tantangan. Pria berjubah meletakkkan koin emas di atas meja, menggeserkannya ke depan. 'Simpan yang ekstra. Dan jika kamu memiliki sesuatu yang lebih baik daripada sup, bawa lah. Penjaga bar mengangguk, menggeser koin ke dalam saku delnya. 'Pilihan bagus. Aku akan meminta dapur menyajikan sesuatu yang segar.' Dia mengambil dua cangkir dan mengisinya dengan ale dari kiasan di belakangnya, lalu menggeserkannya melewati meja. Pria berjubah menangkap satu cangkir dan memberikannya kepada teman sekutunya, yang menerimanya dalam diam, dengan hood masih menutupi wajahnya. Jejak rambut blond terang tipis terlihat lagi saat ia mengangkat cangkir ke bibirnya, meneguk perlahan. Penjaga bar sibuk sejenak, berbicara secara santai sambil bekerja. 'Kamu tidak terlihat seperti tipe yang datang ke tempat seperti ini hanya untuk makanan. Apa yang membawa kamu ke Stormhaven? 'Kerja,' jawab pria berjubah dengan singkat, nadanya terjaga tetapi tidak menyombongkan. Penjaga bar mendengus. 'Kerja, eh? Tebak saja—kamu di sini untuk ekspedisi Adipati. Seperti separuh orang di kota ini. Pria berjubah sedikit mengenggak kepalanya, posturanya santai tetapi tetap waspada. 'Mungkin. 'Seperti yang kuduga.' Penjaga bar menaruh sebuah roti kulit keras dan sedikit mentega di samping cangkir, lalu bersandar pada meja. 'Kamu bukan yang pertama yang datang mencari informasi. Aku bisa memberitahu kamu di mana kapten menyiapkan tempatnya, jenis orang yang sedang ia rekrut, dan rumor yang beredar tentang monster di luar sana. Tapi informasi tidak gratis. 'Berapa?' tanya pria berjubah dengan rata. 'Tergantung apa yang kamu ingin tahu,' kata penjaga bar dengan mengangkat bahu. 'Satu perak untuk dasar-dasar. Lebih jika kamu ingin detail atau apa-apa... ekstra. Pria berjubah bertukar pandangan dengan wanita, yang hanya memberikan sedikit genggaman. Dia mengeluarkan koin perak dari dompet dan menggeserkannya ke penjaga bar. 'Dasar-dasar, lalu. Penjaga bar menyimpan koin dengan gerakan yang terlatih. 'Kapten Edran berada di pelabuhan, dekat jamatan barat. Dia sedang mengadakan wawancara dan memilih petualang terkuat untuk timnya. Katanya, Adipati sendiri memerintahkan dia hanya memilih yang terbaik. Jika kamu datang tanpa sesuatu yang membuktikan nilaimu—keterampilan, pengalaman, atau apa pun— kamu hanya membuang waktunya. 'Petualang? Hanya petualang yang bisa bergabung? Penjaga bar menatap pria berjubah dengan ekspresi aneh, wajah berlukanya mengkerut menjadi senyum ipyek. 'Bukan hanya petualang, nak. Tapi jujur saja—hanya petualang yang cukup gila untuk melepaskan diri ke laut yang penuh monster demi beberapa koin. Bahkan mercenaries, yang biasanya tidak takut terhadap bahaya, cenderung menghindari pekerjaan seperti ini. Pria berjubah mengangkat alis. 'Mercenaries avoid it? 'Sebagian besar, ya,' kata penjaga bar, menegakkkan berat badannya pada meja. 'Mereka lebih suka pekerjaan yang dapat diprediksi. Mengawasi kafila, menjaga estate bangsawan, hal semacam itu. Bertarung dengan apa pun yang telah merobek kapal? Itu tingkat risiko yang lain altogether. Petualang, though…' Dia menggerakkan jempolnya ke arah ruang yang ramai. 'Mereka adalah ras yang berbeda. Setengah dari mereka mencari kemuliaan, dan setengah lagi terlalu putus asa—or bodoh—untuk berkata tidak. Pria berjubah mengangguk dengan pemikiran. 'Hmm. Apakah lisensi diperlukan? Penjaga bar menggaruk dahi, mempertanyakan pertanyaan itu. 'Saya ragu. Ini bukan jenis hal tempat mereka memeriksa dokumenmu di pintu. Namun Kapten Edran adalah ksatria dari keluarga Thaddeus, jangan terkejut jika mereka mengharapkan beberapa jenis kredensial. Boleh jadi surat rekomendasi, bukti pencapaian masa lalu, atau mungkin hanya kata-katamu dan pedangmu. Dokumentasi formal? Mungkin. Mungkin tidak. Tapi jika kamu tampak seperti tidak pertenc, kamu mungkin akan ditolak. ''Atau lebih buruk,' tambah penjaga bar sambil terkekeh. 'Dengar kapten bukan orang yang paling sabar. Dia tidak suka pembuang waktu. Pria berjubah bertukar pandangan singkat dengan teman sekutunya, hood masih menyembunyikan ekspresinya. 'Saya mengerti. Terima kasih atas tips. ''Jangan terima kasih dulu,' kata penjaga bar sambil menggeser mangkuk lain ke pelanggan di ujung bar. 'Kamu membayar saya, ingat? Jika kamu ingin lebih, itu akan berbiaya. 'Saya akan ingat itu,' jawab pria berjubah, berdiri dan mengambil mangkuk sup yang dibawa oleh anak dapur. Teman sekutunya mengikutinya dalam diam, gerakannya yang anggun dan tepat saat ia membawa makanannya sendiri kembali ke meja mereka di sudut. Penjaga bar menyaksikan mereka pergi, senyumnya memudar menjadi ekspresi kontemplatif. 'Pasangan lain yang bodoh,' dia bergumam di bawah napasnya, sebelum kembali menyapu meja. Di meja mereka di seberang ruangan, Lianne dan saudara laki-laki nya memperhatikan adegan dengan minat. 'Menurutmu mereka datang karena hal yang sama seperti kita?' bisik Lianne. 'Kemungkinan besar,' kata saudara laki-laki nya, tatapan tajam saat ia mempelajari duo berjubah. 'Mereka terlihat fokus dan siap. Tapi mereka tidak berbagi banyak, artinya mereka menyembunyikan kartu mereka. Pintar. 'Apa yang harus kita lakukan?' tanya Lianne, melirik dengan guguh antara orang asing dan saudara laki-laki nya. 'Kita mengamati,' katanya dengan sederhana, sambil memecah roti menjadi dua. 'Stormhaven penuh saingan. Kamu belajar lebih banyak dengan mendengarkan daripada dengan bertanya. Selesaikan makananmu, dan jangan menarik perhatian. Kita masih memiliki banyak jalan yang harus kita tempuh sebelum kita bahkan berpikir untuk menuju pelabuhan. Lianne menganggut, meski matanya tetap menempel pada pasangan misterius di sudut. Dia tidak bisa menghilangkan perasaan bahwa jalannya mereka bertukar—and ketika itu terjadi, dia berharap dia dan saudara laki-laki nya akan siap. Mata Lianne tetap menempel pada duo berjubah saat mereka duduk diam di sudut, makan dengan suasana tenang yang terpisah. Rasa penasaran menyayatnya, dan ia mendekat lebih dekat kepada saudara laki-laki nya, menurunkan suaranya. 'Mengapa menurutmu mereka menyembunyikan wajah mereka?' tanya Lianne. 'Apakah menurutmu mereka kriminal? Atau… sesuatu lain? Saudera laki-laki nya mengerutkan alis tipis, sambil memecah lagi sekeping roti. 'Saya tidak pikir mereka menyembunyikan wajah mereka untuk menghindari perhatian. Tebakan saya? Mereka hanya terbiasa menyembunyikan diri. Pengembara seperti mereka mungkin menarik terlalu banyak perhatian jika tidak. 'Mungkin,' Lianne bergumam, tatapan masih menempel pada rambut blond tipis yang terlihat dari wanita. 'Tapi what if itu lebih dari itu? What if wanita itu… cantik? Saudera laki-laki nya terkekeh, senyumnya mengembang. 'Ah, itu tebakan yang adil. Wanita seperti dia, dengan kehadiran seperti itu? Saya akan bertaruh bahwa dia menyembunyikan lebih dari sekadar kekuatan. ''Atau,' balas Lianne dengan nada bermain, 'what if pemuda itu yang tampan? Mungkin dia yang menjaga profil rendah. 'Pada itu, saudara laki-laki nya tertawa pelan, sambil menggelengkan kepala. 'Lianne, adik perempuanku, kamu masih banyak yang harus dipelajari. Biarkan saya memberitahu kamu sesuatu—tidak ada pria di dunia ini yang akan dengan sengaja menyembunyikan wajah tampannya. Tidak, jauh lebih mungkin bahwa wanita itu adalah yang cantik dalam persamaan ini. Lianne mengulurkan mata tetapi tidak bisa menekan senyum kecilnya. 'Kamu kuulost sangat yakin. Dia mengangkat bahu, sambil tersenyum. 'Pengalaman, Lianne. Pria memamerkan apa yang mereka miliki. Jika ia menyembunyikan, itu bukan karena penampilannya. ''...' Lianne tidak membalas, pipinya mengembung sedikit karena kesalsuan tiruan. Saudera laki-laki nya menggorok tenggorokan, mungkin menyadari bahwa ia telah melebihi dalam bercanda. 'Ahem. Anyway, mari kita fokus pada makanan kita. Kita akan membutuhkan kekuatan untuk besok. Setelah Lianne dan saudara laki-laki nya selesai makan, duo berjubah berdiri dari meja mereka di sudut. Pria mengatur kancing jubahnya sementara wanita bergerak dengan keanggunan yang tenang seperti sebelumnya. Bersama-sama, mereka mulai berjalan menuju pintu, langkahnya yang berarti dan tidak tergesa-gesa. Tatapan Lianne mengikuti mereka, rasa penasaran tidak berkurang. Saudera laki-laki nya, menyadari bahwa ia terdistraksi, mengusuh siku nya dengan lembut. 'Kamu sedang menatap,' dia bergumam, sambil tersenyum. 'Saya pikir sudah saya katakan—jangan menarik perhatian. ''Saya tidak sedang menatap,' bisik Lianne kembali, meski pipinya sedikit memerah menunjukkan sebaliknya. Dia mengalihkan pandangannya dengan tidak mau, fokus lagi pada sekeping roti terakhir di piringnya. Wanita berjubah mencapai pintu pertama, tangannya mengangkat untuk mendorongnya. Saat pintu membuka ke luar, tuttavia, dia bertabrakan tiba-tiba dengan seorang pemuda. Dampaknya kecil, namun cukup untuk membuat pemuda itu mengayun ke belakang satu langkah. Ia mungkin dalam awal dua puluh tahun, dengan rambut gelap yang tidak teratur dan aura yang percaya diri, hampir berjiwo. Jubahnya sedikit kusam tetapi masih dirawat dengan baik, dengan estoc panjang yang riang di sampingnya. Seekor kucing putih berada di bahunya, beristirahat dengan nyaman. ''Whoa, maaf!' seruak pemuda, segera menstabilkan diri. Ekspresinya terbuka dan ramah, tetapi saat matanya bertemu dengan mata wanita berjubah, perilaku berubah sedikit. Dalam sekejap, mata hitamnya yang dalam melebar
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The bartender eyed the pouch of coins briefly before grabbing a slate from under the counter and slapping it down. Written on it in chalk were the menu items, along with their prices—most of which were hefty by common standards.
"Two ales, four silver. Add some stew? Eight silver total. If you want a proper meal, roasted fish with crusty bread, that'll run you a whole gold coin per plate." He leaned forward slightly, his tone turning sly. "We've got pickled squid and smoked clams, local specialties. Don't know if you folks can handle the taste, though."
The robed man's hand hovered near the pouch as he glanced at the slate. "We'll take two stews, two ales, and bread."
"Eight silver," the bartender said, his tone neutral. "And for an extra silver, I might have something better than the stew's thin broth." His lips curved into a smirk as if challenging them.
The robed man dropped a gold coin onto the counter, sliding it forward. "Keep the extra. And if you've got something better than the stew, bring it."
The bartender nodded, swiping the coin into his apron pocket. "Good choice. I'll have the kitchen whip up something fresh." He grabbed two tankards and filled them with ale from the cask behind him, sliding them across the counter.
The robed man caught one and handed it to his companion, who took it silently, her hood still concealing her face. The faintest trace of blonde hair peeked out again as she raised the tankard to her lips, sipping quietly.
The bartender busied himself for a moment, speaking casually as he worked. "You don't look like the types to wander into a place like this for the food. What brings you to Stormhaven?"
"Work," the robed man replied curtly, his tone guarded but not dismissive.
The bartender snorted. "Work, huh? Lemme guess—you're here for the Duke's expedition. Like half the people in this city."
The robed man tilted his head slightly, his posture relaxed but alert. "Maybe."
"Figured as much." The bartender set down a loaf of crusty bread and some butter alongside the tankards, leaning on the counter. "You're not the first to come sniffing around for information. I can tell you where the captain's setting up, the kind of people he's hiring, and the rumors swirling around the monsters out there. But information's not free."
"How much?" the robed man asked evenly.
"Depends on what you want to know," the bartender said with a shrug. "A silver for the basics. More if you want specifics or anything... extra."
The robed man exchanged a glance with the woman, who gave the barest nod. He slipped a silver coin from the pouch and slid it toward the bartender. "The basics, then."
The bartender pocketed the coin with a practiced motion. "Captain Edran's down at the docks, near the western pier. He's running interviews and picking the strongest adventurers for his team. Word is, the Duke himself ordered him to handpick only the best. You show up without something to prove your worth—skills, experience, whatever—you're wasting his time."
"Adventurers? Only adventurers can join?"
The bartender threw the robed man a peculiar look, his scarred face creasing into a wry smirk. "It's not only adventurers, kid. But let's face it—only adventurers are crazy enough to throw themselves into a sea swarming with monsters for the sake of some coin. Even mercenaries, who usually aren't shy about danger, tend to steer clear of this kind of job."
The robed man raised an eyebrow. "Mercenaries avoid it?"
"Most of 'em, yeah," the bartender said, leaning his weight onto the counter. "They prefer more predictable work. Escorting caravans, guarding noble estates, that sort of thing. Going up against whatever's been tearing ships apart? That's another level of risk entirely. Adventurers, though…" He gestured toward the lively room with his thumb. "They're a different breed. Half of 'em are chasing glory, and the other half are too desperate—or stupid—to say no."
The robed man nodded thoughtfully. "Hmm. Is a license necessary?"
The bartender scratched at his chin, considering the question. "I doubt it. This ain't exactly the kind of thing where they check your papers at the door. But Captain Edran is a knight of the Thaddeus household, so don't be surprised if they expect some kind of credentials. Could be a letter of recommendation, proof of past achievements, or maybe just your word and your sword. Formal documentation? Maybe. Maybe not. But if you show up looking like you don't belong, you'll probably be turned away."
"Or worse," the bartender added with a chuckle. "Heard the captain's not the most patient man. Doesn't take kindly to time-wasters."
The robed man exchanged a brief glance with his companion, her hood still hiding her expression. "I see. Thanks for the tip."
"Don't thank me yet," the bartender said, sliding another mug to a patron down the bar. "You're paying me, remember? If you want more, it'll cost you."
"I'll keep that in mind," the robed man replied, standing and taking the bowl of stew the kitchen boy had brought over. His companion followed silently, her movements graceful and precise as she carried her own meal back to their table in the corner.
The bartender watched them go, his smirk fading into a contemplative expression. "Another pair of fools," he muttered under his breath, before returning to wiping the counter.
At their table across the room, Lianne and her brother observed the scene with interest. "Do you think they're here for the same thing we are?" Lianne whispered.
"Most likely," her brother said, his gaze sharp as he studied the robed duo. "They seem focused, prepared. But they're not sharing much, which means they're keeping their cards close. Smart."
"What should we do?" Lianne asked, glancing nervously between the strangers and her brother.
"We watch," he said simply, tearing a piece of bread in half. "Stormhaven's full of competitors. You learn more by listening than you do by asking. Finish your food, and don't draw attention. We've got a lot of ground to cover before we even think about heading to the docks."
Lianne nodded, though her eyes lingered on the mysterious pair in the corner. She couldn't shake the feeling that their paths were destined to cross—and when they did, she hoped she and her brother would be ready.
Her eyes lingered on the robed duo as they sat quietly in the corner, eating their meals with an air of detached calm. Her curiosity gnawed at her, and she leaned closer to her brother, lowering her voice.
"Why do you think they're hiding their faces?" she asked. "Do you think they're criminals? Or… something else?"
Her brother smirked faintly, tearing another piece of bread. "I don't think they're hiding their faces to avoid notice. My guess? They're just used to keeping hidden. Travelers like them probably attract too much attention otherwise."
"Maybe," Lianne murmured, her gaze still fixed on the woman's faintly visible blonde hair. "But what if it's something more? What if the woman is… beautiful?"
Her brother chuckled, his smirk widening. "Ah, that's a fair guess. A woman like her, with that kind of presence? I'd wager she's hiding more than just power."
"Or," Lianne countered, her tone playful, "what if the young man is the handsome one? Maybe he's the one keeping a low profile."
At that, her brother laughed softly, shaking his head. "Lianne, my little sister, you've got a lot to learn. Let me tell you something—there isn't a man in this world who'd willingly hide his handsome face. No, it's far more likely the woman is the beauty in this equation."
Lianne rolled her eyes but couldn't suppress a small smile. "You sound awfully confident about that."
He grinned, shrugging. "Experience, Lianne. Men flaunt what they have. If he's hiding, it's not for his looks."
"..." Lianne didn't reply, her cheeks puffing slightly in mock annoyance.
Her brother cleared his throat, perhaps realizing he'd pushed his teasing a little far. "Ahem. Anyway, let's focus on our food. We'll need our strength for tomorrow."
As Lianne and her brother finished their meals, the robed duo stood from their table in the corner. The man adjusted the clasp of his cloak while the woman moved with the same quiet grace she had displayed earlier. Together, they began making their way toward the door, their steps purposeful and unhurried.
Lianne's gaze followed them, her curiosity undiminished. Her brother, noticing her distraction, nudged her elbow gently. "You're staring," he murmured, smirking. "I thought I told you—don't draw attention."
"I wasn't staring," Lianne whispered back, though the slight pink tinge in her cheeks suggested otherwise. She tore her eyes away, reluctantly focusing on the last piece of bread on her plate.
The robed woman reached the door first, her hand lifting to push it open. As the door swung outward, however, she collided abruptly with a young man.
The impact was minor, but enough to make the young man stumble back a step. He was perhaps in his early twenties, with unruly dark hair and a confident, almost roguish air about him. His robe was scuffed but well maintained, with a long estoc hung loosely at his side.
A white cat was on his shoulder, lying there, comfortably.
"Whoa, sorry about that!" the young man exclaimed, quickly steadying himself. His expression was open and friendly, but as his eyes met the robed woman's, his demeanor shifted ever so slightly.
In a split second, his deep black eyes widened.
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