The Dragon Trying to Be a Thief
Alcott followed Ginger's magic until he reached the inn. He looked from the outside, and people gave him strange glances.
"Who is that?" It was strange for them to see someone like him wearing full plate armor and carrying multiple blades.
People usually only carry a knife hidden beneath their clothes.
Alcott pushed the door open and walked inside. He stood before the counter and stared at the old man. "Scarlett, where is she staying?"
"That woman in the back is the only Scarlett staying here." The bartender looked at the back and turned around. "I didn't see anything."
Alcott looked back to see a stranger. A woman with black hair, half drunk and gawking at the table.
Alcott smiled, "You're a good one." He patted the bartender's back.
"Scarlett, come here," Alcott shouted.
"I'm here," Ginger walked down the stairs, "It took you a while."
The bartender froze in place. Why did she get out?
"Do you know him?" The bartender gasped, glaring at Aclott.