This hesitation and doubt didn't linger long in Lann's mind.
The young Demon Hunter shrugged his shoulders and directly pushed open the tavern's door.
Perhaps it was because the tavern, in recent months, had entertained quite a few distinguished guests it usually wouldn't have the chance to, earning the tavern owner a tidy sum.
When Lann first came, the door was made of loosely fitted planks leaking air, now it had been replaced with a solid, heavy wooden door.
"A bottle of rye vodka, chilled, no water."
Lann greeted the bartender, who was wiping glasses behind the counter, while heading towards a table by the window in the tavern.
Even though it was the winter season, with few travelers, Dark Water was at least one of the few villages around Vizima Lake with passenger boat routes to the Capital Vizima.
