The clear moonlight spilled over the alleys of Stone Bell City, and from the tavern came melodious music, like a nocturne.
Through the window, one could see the roaring fireplace inside, radiating a warm glow.
The wooden sign at the entrance bore the words 'Golden Barley Tavern'.
Sunan pushed open the wooden door and went in, met immediately by the bustling noise.
The scent of hormones filled the air, mixed with the strong smell of alcohol.
Raucous men played drinking games, and provocatively dressed maidens carried trays, weaving between the tables, their bare thighs flashing in the light.
Sunan, familiar with the scene, found a table in the corner and sat down, slipping a few silver coins into the passing maiden's bosom.
"The usual."
The maiden threw him a flirtatious glance and soon brought over a pint of ale and some food.
