Nathan leaned against the worn wooden counter, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his half-empty mug. His black hair glinted under the dim lantern light, drawing more than a few curious glances, but he paid them no mind. The air in the tavern was thick with the scent of spilled ale and roasting meat, mingling with the occasional burst of laughter from the surrounding patrons.
He fixed his sharp gaze on the barkeep, a burly man with a thick beard and a wary expression, before asking in a measured tone, "Have any other Heroes arrived in Alexandria?"
It was a carefully crafted question. He couldn't bluntly inquire about a Hero from the second summoning of the Empire of Light—no one here would understand such an obscure reference. Instead, he kept it broad, seeking any mention of summoned individuals.
The barkeep furrowed his brows, pausing in the midst of wiping down the counter. "Other Heroes? Not that I am aware of."
