“Master Glenn, what a-“
“Don’t finish that sentence, Carl.” Glenn told him, ‘Vanessa’ slowly moved ‘her’ feet above the ground and quickly kicked and attempted a roundhouse kick, but he caught her feet with his free hand. “News travels quickly when you have a sand frister as an assistant. You are quite lucky to have such a gifted frister at your disposal. A bit too lucky if you ask me.” Carl bemused, as he moved towards a free seat and placed the children on the table. The others attempted to attack him as they didn’t have to worry about hurting the kids anymore.
“How did you get Lucia?” Glenn asked Carl, as ‘Vanessa’ removed her leg from his hand, doing a backflip, landing on top of the bar’s table. Peter ran away from the bar, as he wasn’t a fighter like the rest of the guild members.
