A few blocks away from the hunters guild there was a tavern named 'Delicia'. And it was famous for the quality and taste of foods. Though the hall inside the hunter's guild also provided food, those who had a knack for taste instead of just filling belly would come here.
At this moment the tavern was buzzing with chattering, clinks of mugs, laughter and what not. Warm food sizzled from the kitchen and the scent of roasted meat mixed with freshly baked bread filled the air.
In the middle of it all moved a girl.
She looked sixteen, maybe seventeen, dressed in a plain brown skirt and a cream-colored apron. Her long brown hair was tied loosely behind her neck, and she carried a tray, dodging drunks and weaving through crowded tables in a harmony.
Despite the noise, her smile was gentle. She bowed politely with every order served. Her name tag read simply: Sylvie.
At one corner of the room, a group of commoners were gossiping among themselves.
