It was still that same tavern, still that same spot by the window, only this time the people meeting there had changed to two new faces.
Kefra was a woman, and not a bad-looking one at that. For a woman to make a name for herself among pirates, it was clear how ruthless she must be. Like a leopard, she toyed with a sharp dagger in her hand and said, "Half a month has passed, and that Red Dragon still hasn't made any move."
"Be cautious. Wouldn't it be better to wait until those fools test the waters and confirm there's no danger before we act?" The speaker was a woman with dense black hair, wings, and a tail, with faint black scales visible on her face—marking her as a Half-Black Dragon Woman. "Can't you be a little less impatient?"
