Month of Summer Tides, when the days were long and the nights short.
When Anse and the others woke, it was already past six, yet the sky was still bright. They gathered their valuables and weapons, intending to sample Moon Elf cuisine and pick up some information along the way.
"Don't call me by name when there are other people around. Call me Captain." Anse put on his cloak, wary of drawing the Blue Flame Cult's attention.
"Got it..." Brat and Finn understood.
The treehouse stood several dozen meters from the mushroom house and covered a larger area, though its interior had a very different color scheme. The treehouse was dominated by deep green, paired with curved domes and moon gates, giving it a distinctly natural charm.
The first floor was a restaurant, filled with round and square tables. A long bar ran along one side, making the place feel like a blend of tavern and eatery.
It was dinner time, and more than half of the spacious dining hall was already occupied, mostly by guests from the mushroom house.
The servers were almost all Moon Elves, with pointed ears, pale skin, and mostly silver-white or light-blue hair. Both men and women were present, and they were generally quite attractive.
Anse dropped onto a tall round stool by the bar and silently observed the diners.
They were all well dressed, mostly Professionals, merchants, and Nobles. Hardly anyone shouted or made a fuss; the atmosphere was fairly quiet.
"What would the three gentlemen like?" A handsome male elf with an easygoing air waved off the servers and approached.
Anse picked up the menu on the bar and found that the prices were much higher than at ordinary restaurants, though still far more reasonable than the room rates.
"Elven nut bread, grilled