Divine Journey

An aristocrat entered the tavern. Although he enjoyed drinking expensive wine, he didn't like such establishments. Too... common. He smiled. That's probably what any aristocrat would think, but not Lucius. Morgan surveyed the people in the tavern. Some people at a table to his right were planning something and making a lot of noise. This group didn't attract the aristocrat. It was darker in another part of the tavern. At one of the tables, the aristocrat noticed a person in luxurious armor finishing his meal. No, not a person. Nix, judging by all appearances, was a Templar. Lucius approached and, after taking a sip of wine, spoke:

- Hello, traveler. Are you, like that noisy crowd by the entrance, here to plunder the ruins and enjoy the local *magnificent* brew? But allow me to introduce myself first. My name is Lucius de Morgan. And what is your name?