CLINK!
Heavy glass mugs slammed together, sending a shower of amber froth spilling over the scarred wooden table.
The sound was immediately swallowed by the deafening roar of the tavern.
It was a sweltering, dimly lit establishment packed shoulder-to-shoulder with adventurers burning off the adrenaline of the World Dungeon.
Right in the thick of it sat Ren. He was crammed into a corner booth surrounded by the core members of the Twilight Guild, holding his own heavy mug.
Beside him, Astrid leaned in close, shouting over the din to be heard.
She pointed at the bubbly heavily carbonated liquid in his cup, excitedly explaining that it was a local brew fermented from the nectar of a Floor 20 flora-type monster.
Ren offered a polite nod, clinking his glass against hers, watching the strange bubbles pop against the rim.
