The tavern was quiet.
Too quiet.
Zoe Marting still stood behind the bar, blonde hair falling over her shoulders, the black-and-white maid outfit catching the candlelight. She watched the three of you like she already knew what you were about to do.
You didn't give her time to react.
In one sudden motion you stepped forward, grabbed her, and forced her backward against the bar. She struggled, knocking over glasses and bottles, but the fight didn't last long. The tavern returned to silence when it was over.
Noah looked around the empty room.
"Great," he muttered. "Now we really can't stay here."
Outside behind the tavern, Oliver dealt with another problem.
The ragged clothes he stole earlier were disgusting and barely wearable. He threw them into a small pile and lit them with a match. The flames quickly consumed the coat and pants, sending smoke curling into the night air.
Then Oliver opened a bag and pulled out something bright.
Lake's pink pimp suit.
He slipped into it, buttoned the jacket, and straightened the collar.
Noah stared at him.
"You're stealing Lake's suit?"
Oliver shrugged.
"He'll thank me for keeping it warm."
You shook your head.
"Let's go."