Donovan walked into a small tavern. His eyes moved around, and then he stopped in a corner where a man in ragged clothes was curled up. On his head was placed a small bucket made of bamboo straws.
With a small nudge from his legs, the bucket fell from the ragged man's head. The man squinted, opened his eyes, and looked up.
"Your Highness, I didn't expect you to be here this early," the man looked at him while rubbing his eyes.
"Come," The prince said, and without sparing one more look, he walked towards the nearby table.
The tavern owner recognized the prince, fond of roaming in the commoner's clothes. Without any further delays, he had already started kicking out all the people sitting and sleeping in the area, drunk and wasted.
"Hey…..one more here, please," Carlo, who had just woken up from his slumber, slugged down on the chair opposite Donovan.
