"Kid, this isn't a place for you. Get lost!" A trace of disgust crossed the young human warrior's face.
He was a well-informed noble, and he could tell at a glance that Shawn had both human and elven blood-the so-called "half-elf."
Although relations between the races in this world were far more frequent and harmonious than on Azeroth, humans and elves alike placed great importance on their bloodlines.
Few were willing to marry outside their race, and elves were no exception. Neither humans nor elves had a single half-elf noble family... even when nobles had children with other races, those children would not be acknowledged.
Nobles disliked half-elves even more than commoners did, believing that half-elves tainted their bloodlines.
Shawn's spirit was high, and all his senses were keen, so he easily detected the young human warrior's disgust and dislike. Fortunately, Shawn had never been one to care what others thought, and he had no fondness for the young human warrior before him either.
"Does this table have your name carved on it? Is no one else allowed to sit on this stool? Do you own the Dawn Tavern? Does everyone here have to obey your orders? And why, exactly, can't I sit here?" Shawn glanced at the young human warrior and spoke calmly.
The young human warrior said coldly, "Kid, do you know who the people at this table are? We're all going to the Dragonspine Mountains to hunt Black Dragon Servian at Miss Olivia of the Dragon Hunter Family's invitation! You've probably never even seen a black dragon, have you? Hmph, if you saw such a noble, terrifying creature, you'd piss yourself in fear! Not everyone deserves a seat here, because not everyone has the strength to face and hunt Black Dragon Servian!"
Shawn chuckled softly.
Since coming