The Rabbit Hole.
The tavern functioned as usual. The atmosphere was jolly, with laughter and conversations filling the establishment.
However, it was less crowded than usual, thanks to the festivities taking place throughout Davos for the Centennial Gala.
Although only a select few had been invited to Sapphire Tower, the rest of the city had found its own ways to celebrate. Streets were decorated, taverns remained open late, and families gathered in their homes to enjoy the festivities.
It was a three-day festival, after all. As a result, hardly any adventurers had descended into the Hole to explore the dungeons over the weekend. Most had decided to take a break from their usual pursuits and enjoy the celebrations above ground.
Still, a handful of regular customers remained faithful to their favorite tavern.
Behind the counter, Hannibal stood in his usual place, wiping mugs with a cloth. He worked leisurely, seemingly in no hurry to do anything beyond his usual routine.
