A fierce, jagged scar ran all the way from the corner of the Scarred Man's left eye down to the edge of his mouth.
He held a crystal-clear wine glass in his hand, slowly swirling the liquid inside, while his gaze remained fixed quietly on Theresia, never wavering in the slightest.
"Mister, eavesdropping on other people's conversations without permission isn't very polite," the bartender said quietly, wiping down a glass.
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