Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

or when you rush to the front lines with arrows and spears, but you're last in line when it comes to dividing the loot: take what's rightfully ours. And for some reason, you still feel drawn back.

It would be worth it, because while everyone was relaxing in the tavern, enjoying a friendly gathering, Cassius, pretending to be a special snowflake, broke away from the group and is now heading in the opposite direction from the others.
-- This is how you see who's noble and who's not, -- Rainulf muttered, passing by Cassius.
-- And glory to the Void – I wouldn't want to live with such a sour expression... I'd rather be a poor homeless person than a titled snob.
-- Seriously, what's the point of money and lineage if you live like a hermit?

Cassius successfully reaches the tavern, where Odenat, Baison, Glenn, and Rigobert have already kicked out the shady characters from the corner and taken their place. Does this mean that they themselves are now the shady characters in the corner?
-- Found us a place, even better than I thought -- Rigobert looks tired and annoyed, despite the good news, his eyes dart from side to side, as if looking for something or someone to latch onto. -- Everything is under control, the baldy won't interfere with us.