Beside a long table, a few young human adventurers, with mismatched equipment and some even carrying weapons made from modified farm tools, were listening intently to a Half-Elf in a faded scholar's robe animatedly talking about something.
"... It's absolutely true! My cousin works as an assistant at the 'Distant Lighthouse'. He says that last month, the moon over the Night Watcher's Ring Tower City was like a little sun! That light, tsk tsk, it wasn't an ordinary magical glow, it felt... it felt like we were looking directly at the 'thread' of the world!"
The Half-Elf lowered his voice but couldn't hide his excitement, "And then? I saw many noble-looking folks, they seemed to have all left from the Ring Tower City."
"Who cares, anyway, the Night Watchers won't do anything bad." A young man with freckles on his face, carrying a huge lumberjack axe on his back, gulped down some ale, coughing from choking.
