That was the question that reached Greg's ears. Looking around who asked, he spots a familiar face behind him, that being the princess.
It has only been a couple of days since they started travelling together, but he managed to engrave everyone's faces into his mind. Although to be fair, they stand out so much it is hard not to get familiar with them.
"How old are you Luna? Care to visit the bar?" Greg asks the girl. She answers that she is currently is an adult by official age standards.
"Luna, do you know how beer is made?" Greg asks her. The princess has barely drank alcohol in her life, much less brewed it. She shakes no vividly.
"He what?!" That oaf! Greg would teach him a lesson when he got back to Saintwater. The swordsman stomps out of the bar, forgetting to pay.
"Uhh... oh right!" Luna quickly pays and thanks the bartender, before hollering after the now angry Greg in the summer sun. It would take the afternoon to calm him down.