>>5389030Yet they all seemed to have plenty to tell on their own.
Guts gave up on limping with his sword, using Schierke's staff as a cane while holding her old clothes.
Ivalera was flying around the little witch, enamored at the clothes sewn by Cindy while the girl herself was beet red from blushing.
Isidro's face was beaten to a bloody pulp, his cheeks were swollen and his face was round like he was stung by a thousand bees.
"...Don ashck." Is all he says before sitting down across you, aiming to get a hand on your bottle.
"3 glasses. I'll have whatever scar face's having." Guts orders from your tab as Casca begrudgingly stands up, retreating to the corner due to her distancing limit despite neither of them being happy with this separation.
Cindy is not with them. Though none of them seem to be bothered by her absence to the point of not even mentioning her.
>Where's Cindy?>Who beat you up, Isidro?>I wasn't going to finish this anyway.[Give Isidro a taste of your drink]>I don't even trust you while you're sober... [Stash the drink away]>You look cute, Schierke.>Found any good boats while you were out?>Write-in. 