A group stood up.
They were the ones who had been making the most noise earlier, the ones everyone else gave a wide berth to.
Six of them, all big and scarred.
They pushed their way through the crowd, knocking aside smaller patrons.
The man in the lead was the tallest of them; he was almost as tall as Ignotus.
Yet he looked bigger, no thanks to his arms being nearly as thick as Felix's waist.
He wore a vest made of some poor beast's hide, revealing a chest map of scars that told a story of a hundred bad fights; the same could be said for the massive axe casually resting on his shoulder.
His head was a messy mop of brown with a bald spot, likely a result of a scar, shining in the lantern light, and he had a thick, braided beard that hung down to his chest.
He stopped in front of Ignotus's table, looking up.
"You got a loud voice for such a skinny runt."
"And you almost have a shiny head."
Ignotus looked down at him, unbothered.
"We all have gifts~."
