That Evening in the Port City (Part 3)

Solitude of the evening shattered by rolling wheels from passing merchant carts. Despite the time nearing midnight, everyone was still busy on the streets. As expected from a port city.

After donning a thick layer of coat and a conical hat, I approached the tavern where the vector resided. The design of this merchant cloak I wore was meant to emphasize my identity as a foreign merchant transiting in Samasa. It made me look weird, to be honest.

Keeping myself composed, I walked inside. Tens of merchants already caught in my sight taking a break from their exhausting journey. However, the person I was looking for wasn't here on the first floor. Still, I decided to take a seat by the counter and requested a drink.

"You have some interesting attire, good sir," the bartender opened a friendly conversation. "Where are you from, if I might ask?"