Two hours after nightfall is the prime time in the small town.
Inside a two-story stone house with a chimney spewing black smoke, it was crowded. People were constantly pushing open the noisy wooden door and going in and out, bringing the tavern's clamor onto the street.
"You didn't see it, even though my weapon dropped, I just backhanded the kobold's head straight off!" The Half-Beastman Warrior bragged about his strength to the others at the table, spittle flying in the lamplight.
The noise from spilled drinks, crude hand games, and the waiter loudly calling for customers to clear the way.
Drunken mutterings, off-key raspy singing, explosive arguments, and soft conspiracies all spiraled and intertwined above the tavern, forming a noisy yet oddly harmonious undertone.
In the corner, the Bard's music still stubbornly struggled to make itself heard amidst the cacophony.
