Tavern

The carriage entered Yomi village, rocking gently as it rolled over the uneven, snow-cleared path. The absence of guards was quite surprising, but understandable. The war was over, and the villagers were left to rebuild their lives from the ground up. Workers were scattered everywhere, hammering, lifting, and hauling, each deeply engrossed in their tasks. Even the children lent their small hands, struggling under the weight of wooden logs.