Inside the "Withered Rose" tavern, the air is thick with the rich aroma of alcohol, and the smoke from cigarettes makes the surroundings hazy and blurry, as if in a dream, while the Imperial people raise their glasses to drink under the dim lights.
With the dedicated performance of the Half-Goat People band, the Drow Elf dancer dances under the moonlight, mesmerizing everyone.
"Bravo!"
"Encore! Take off another piece!"
"Truly elves, even though their skin's a bit dark, spending a night with her would be worth dying for..."
"Tch—what you earn isn't even enough to buy her a bottle of Witch's Kiss!"
At first, the commotion was just starting to boil, with people singing and dancing enthusiastically and cheering passionately, but soon the noise grew more chaotic, and various clashes became inevitable.
Until a drunken Tiefling bumped into a tall Ogre, vomiting filth all over him—the tavern's first brawl began.
"You bastard! You're asking for death!"
