"You work for whoever pays the most? You're a Freelancer. How fortunate, I'm one as well."
He fills his glass with the brew one more time.
"Even so, you seem to carry less prejudices, unlike me. I couldn't stand to work with everybody, Bretonian pride and so on..."
He turns his attention to Tharog, who he only saw on some footages. He keeps his gaze on him for a few seconds, and then returns to the drink and Izzy...
