This place looked like an old tavern, dimly lit by lamps hanging on the walls, its air filled with an intoxicating smell mixed with bodily odors, dark walls eroded by moisture, and seats worn down by time, as if every inch of it had been abandoned for decades and left to decay in silence.
The tavern had a small dance floor, a few shabby tables and chairs, and then a drink bar. Even so, the place was extremely cramped for a tavern, barely able to hold twenty people at once, making anyone who stepped inside feel as though they were squeezing into a forgotten pocket of the world.
The heavy humidity, the cold air, and the darkness suggested one clear thing: this place was underground for some reason, buried beneath layers of stone where no sunlight ever reached.
Clang
