Fisher dragged the unconscious, corpulent Witch out of the tavern. Behind him, the thin sword in Alagina's hand that exuded cold air had at some point disappeared from sight, which made Fisher very curious as to where she had hidden that relic.
Following them, the pirate first mate, rubbing his shoulder while looking ahead at Fisher, blinked a few times, his gaze shifting between Fisher and Alagina. He seemed to suddenly understand something and subtly stepped back some distance.
Although he still followed them, he and the other crew members, who had a meaningful smile, fell into two separate groups: Fisher and Alagina were close together upfront, and the chuckling first mate and other crewmen were farther behind.
"Chirp chirp!"
