Dion wasn’t sure if it was him being drunk or if Argetha suddenly had decided to play tricks on him, either way he found what he heard ridiculous. Mages and wizards would never visit a silly small town like Anthiro. Nothing to get here, no one to meet, and much too far from the main roads to be considered a nice stop to stay. The inn really just thrived from soldiers, merchants and farmers who would take the offside roads to reach the Anthohill Fort and watchtowers stationed in the neighborhood; the fort were good to buy great amounts of products from merchants and farmers.
“A wiz-urd –
hick-? Are you trying to –
hick- play me a fool?” Dion was still sitting on his rear with straw mixed in his hair and a slightly red blush warming his cheeks. “No wiz-urd would visit Anthiro,
there is nothing here.” The last bit was said with a clear sense of frustration in the boy’s voice.
