The Demon Tide had been gone for a long time, and Dumb Wind Town seemed to have regained its former prosperity, though many faces were no longer the same as before.
If you asked the adventurers wandering the streets, what was the evidence of the town's resurgence?
The answer wasn't in the rebuilt Adventurer's Guild hall, nor in the new Branch President due in two months; the answer was right here, right now!
Because,
today,
on this night illuminated by March,
the Rotten Willow Tavern reopened!
Adventurers, arm in arm, cheered loudly as they surged into the already crowded tavern, eagerly ordering a glass of the mediocre wine from their memories at the counter.
If anyone wasn't infected by the cheerful atmosphere, it was probably the owner of the Golden Sun Wood Tavern.
Today, he was idle enough to stand with his arms crossed outside the door of his tavern, coldly counting the heads of people flocking to the opposite street.
