"Silver?"
He looked up, surprised to see me.
"Why are you here, Alve?"
"I usually eat here…" I replied, before asking, "But why are _you_ alone? Where are the others?"
"We just got back from clearing another dungeon and taking back its core," he said, pulling out the chair across from me and sitting down.
"I'm here to restock our food supplies. The others are busy with different tasks."
"Oh…"
_So the Hero Party also restocks their supplies from this place?_
I guess the food _is_ really good. Even Grand Marshal, Miss Sera once said she enjoys eating here whenever she gets the chance.
"How's it going with your new party member?" I asked.
Without asking, he casually grabbed my drink and took a sip.
"…Kyle?" he replied flatly.
_Ah… he didn't even ask._ Just grabbed it.
But judging by his expression, I could already tell he was irritated.
"He's strong," Silver continued, "but not capable."
"What do you mean?"
"Total muscle head. Doesn't cooperate with anyone. Just charges in without warning."
For someone like Silver—who barely talks—he was speaking a lot.
This Kyle guy… he must really be _something_ to get under Silver's skin.
"It's been a while since he joined your party. Is he still causing problems?" I asked.
Staring into the mug, Silver spoke again.
"Ramon nearly got hurt badly during our last dungeon raid. Kyle didn't follow the plan. He just rushed the boss on his own."
_Sigh…_
That's more than just a small issue.
"Silver, maybe you should start looking for someone else. His problems seem to outweigh the benefits of having an S-rank brute around," I said honestly.
"I know." He nodded. "Ramon and I are planning to confront him after this. We'll be asking him to leave the party."
Just then, one of the waitresses arrived, carrying a large sack of provisions.
"Ranger Silver! Here are your requested items!"
Taking the sack from her, he stood up.
"Well… it was good talking to you again, Alve. I have to go."
I gave him a small wave.
"Yeah, take care."
As he walked off, I paused for a moment.
_Wait… did he just say 'good talking to you'?_
This guy—Silver—_the elf who never talks unless it's important_…
Is it just me, or are elves secretly _tsunderes_?