Late into the night, the Rabbit Hole was lively as ever.
The massive tavern was packed from wall to wall. Every table was occupied, every barstool taken, and the air buzzed with a thousand overlapping conversations.
Laughter, cheers, curses, and the clicking of mugs blended into a constant wave that echoed through the five-story establishment.
And at the center of it all lay the Hole.
Adventurers emerged from its depths covered in dirt, blood, and exhaustion, while others eagerly lined up to descend. Some returned carrying sacks of treasures and monster parts. Others returned empty-handed. While there were those who didn't return at all.
A few limped toward the bar in search of a strong drink before attempting another run the following day.
Near one corner of the ground floor, a drunken brawl had just been broken up. Two burly half-orc bouncers hauled the troublemakers apart while the surrounding patrons booed and laughed at the abrupt end of the entertainment.
