Anyone who could come to the Pub for entertainment at a time like this was no simple character.
So the moment Zong Shen and Safri, clad in hooded cloaks, walked in, they felt several gazes fixed upon them.
The Tavern's windows had all been nailed shut with thick Wooden Planks, making the place rather dim.
Especially since it was a bright, sunny afternoon outside, the contrast between the light within and without was even more pronounced.
A crooked White Crystal Stone mana chandelier hung in the center of the hall.
There were also candleholders mounted along the walls.
Cloudy white Wax had hardened over the verdigris-stained candleholders. It looked as though they had not been cleaned in quite some time.
The air was incredibly foul, like that of a sealed bedroom whose windows had remained shut through an entire night's sleep.
On top of that, there was a powerful stench.
It was the smell of cheap liquor, sweat, and hormones mingled together.
Safri lowered her head and held her breath, her expression turning incomparably cold. She opened her cloak and wrapped little Nari inside it.
For that instant when the cloak opened, her figure was briefly revealed.
The Tavern was exceptionally noisy, with everyone shouting as they spoke.
From time to time, the loud crash of wooden wine cups being slammed onto tables rang out as well.
Five or six adventurers in Leather Armor, armed with Short Swords and daggers, sat crookedly beside the bar.
Zong Shen even spotted several soldiers wearing standard-issue Avalon light armor among them.
Those soldiers had smeared mud over the dragon emblems on their armor, while their swords lay on the table.
They had their feet propped on chairs as they shouted drinking toasts, displaying none of the bearing City-State Army soldiers ought to have