The Gold Diggers' Camp by the lake actually had two taverns. Most Gold Diggers also worked as mercenaries, and they needed alcohol as much as Dragons needed treasure.
"Are you a Gold Digger too? It's not very safe here. You should head south." Annan was about to spend some time in a tavern.
"Have yourself a steamy holiday." The blonde woman gave Annan a flirtatious look, which he ignored.
Annan knew plenty of women. The ladies and young misses at banquets were always crowding around him, and the blonde was no more attractive than they were.
When the Chief of the Camp learned that Annan had let the woman go, he said nothing.
Gold Diggers were practical people. They would kill their best friends for profit, but without anything to gain, they would not even bother with an enemy. The blonde had proved she was not a Vampire, so he could do as he pleased. There was no need to offend a noble over one woman.
Annan followed Fulas into a tavern. It was not even evening yet, but the Gold Diggers who had found something were already celebrating. A tavern in the Old Land had no barmaids, of course, so some female Gold Diggers looking to earn extra money had taken the job. Their booming voices, curses, and dirty jokes made Annan cover Lily's ears.
Annan left the Elementals outside and ordered two drinks each for Fulas and Farias.
"Why did the Ratfolk leave earlier?" he asked.
"That was Bakar's plan... He's the Chief here," Fulas replied.
"The Gold Diggers have a Chief?"
Fulas told Annan that the Gold Diggers who ventured into the devastated Old Land banded together against shared dangers and for shared rewards. A lone Gold Digger, for instance, could never slip into Sorlen Heights, but