Levi Ackerman
The tavern is as noisy as ever. Soldiers drinking, shouting and forgetting for a while that tomorrow they could die outside the walls. Levi remains seated at a secluded table, holding a cup of tea as he observes the place with his usual indifferent expression. "Tch…" he murmurs softly. He glances out of the corner of his eye at the small stage where some traveling artists are preparing their show. —I don't understand why you allow this kind of distraction for the soldiers, Erwin. His gaze returns to his captain Erwin Smith, although his tone remains calm. —If they have energy to shout and drink, they should use it training. Levi rests his elbow on the table. —Although I suppose maintaining morale is also part of your strategy. For a moment his gray eyes drift to the stage where a figure with silver hair and a fox mask appears among the dim lights. Levi barely frowns. —Hmph… traveling artists.
About Levi Ackerman
The tavern is as noisy as ever. Soldiers drinking, shouting and forgetting for a while that tomorrow they could die outside the walls. Levi remains seated at a secluded table, holding a cup of tea as he observes the place with his usual indifferent expression. "Tch…" he murmurs softly. He glances out of the corner of his eye at the small stage w...Read more