Rus stared at the face in front of him, a flicker of surprise crossing his expression before he smiled gently. "What a coincidence. We meet again."
Standing before him was none other than Petty—the barmaid he had encountered during his nighttime venture in Goldspark Town.
Her chestnut hair was no longer tied into a whip-like braid but now fell loosely over her shoulders. Her eyes were filled with confusion and panic as she tried to explain herself.
"Baron, I didn't know it was you that night. I—"
"There's no need to worry. You didn't do anything wrong," Rus said warmly. "But what are you doing here applying for a maid position? What happened to your job at the tavern?"
Petty lowered her head, a trace of sorrow clouding her eyes. "After you left that night, my father had a huge fight with Pompey and the others. They wrecked nearly half the tavern."
