River Valley Town, White Sparrow Tavern.
The sticky, mixed din intermingled with the clink of glasses, blurring the line between day and night amidst the rich aroma of wine thick enough to almost congeal in the air.
The grief of losing teammates, the thrill of scavenging in the goblin nest, the excitement of a breakthrough in Battle Skill proficiency...
These complex and lengthy emotions enveloped the little tavern in this borderland, just like the mellow wine sliding down the throat, catalyzing the deepest desires from within.
"Madi, it's really been hard to earn money these past two years!"
"I remember when I first started, my brother took me along, and with just one task a month, I earned so many silver coins they couldn't even fit in a bag. The rest of the time, I could lie on the bed and play around, it was so comfortable."
"Look at now, just this one set meal can't even feed Little Jack, and they charge me two whole silver coins."
