Chapter 157: Mercenaries and Taverns

The first thing one feels when approaching this tavern is the music emanating from within.

The Bard is playing his instrument amidst a warm orange glow and the upbeat rhythm of his music fills the air.

The sound of this music unintentionally conjures the aroma of food wafting from the tavern's interior.

The witch inhales the scent, stimulated by the appetizing perfume, not particularly hungry but desiring to sit and enjoy a drink.

After all, on a night like this, there was nothing more delightful than gathering together and listening to the Bard recount sultry tales of knights.

As the door was pushed open to enter the tavern, a gust of warm air met them.

The first sight was the innkeeper removing chunks of dried meat from a drying rack.

Surrounding the hearth, mercenaries are engrossed in a card game, while the Bard, after finishing a song, briefly rests his hands to take a large sip of his drink.