Such was Puternic’s focus on the song played by Korono that he did not pay much attention to Draken entering the inn. Normally, his ears and nose would have warned him against the stranger, even though none of them apparently offered any risk. When Korono was over, a sudden frustration took him over, as if Adam and Eve had been expelled from the Garden of Eden. Sighing somehow sadly, Puternic’s eyes followed Korono: for a moment, he wanted to grip her waistline and bring her onto his lap, just as he was used to do to the pretty Romanian girls in Ferentari. Nevertheless, Korono was not like one of them. She required a different approach, maybe like the ones he had been taught many years ago.<br/><br/>On top of that, there was that boy Kor.<br/><br/>What could he do to impress Korono and change her bad impression on him? It did not take long for Puternic to come out with a solution. All Puternic did was to stand up and clap hands for Korono’s performance.<br/><br/>“Bravo, Korono! Bravo!”, an enthusiastic Puternic replied in the hope of decreasing her fears towards him even more.<br/><br/>At the same time, his eyes laid on the woman who had just arrived and was going upstairs. As he glimpsed her moving from the lobby to upstairs, her flowed skirt reminded him of an old movie. He could not see much of her beauty, but her scents were definitively worth having a better look. On the other hand, in the other side, next to Korono, there was also that mysterious pale woman...