"Slam!"
The tavern door was flung open, and in walked a hulking figure, a bald man. But his body hair was abundantly lush, whether it was the sideburns or the hair on his chest and underarms; all were covered with thick golden fur, making him resemble an enlarged version of a golden retriever.
Over his shoulder, the burly man carried a man bound with green ropes; he strode into the tavern, dumped the man next to a seat, and then plopped himself down majestically.
Rubbing his hands together to ward off the chilly air from his long walk outside, the burly man couldn't help but shout at the bartender, "Roast meat, rum, quick, quick!"
The burly man, like an impatient child, banged on the table.
At that moment, a middle-aged woman clad in armor and holding a riding crop walked in and naturally took a seat in front of the burly man's table. Watching him beat the table and urge on impatiently, she frowned and admonished:
