Three days ago.
Near the Tower of Great Sage, inside a tavern named "Glacier's Throat", the hustle and warmth dispelled the cold of the Northern Realm.
The fireplace flames burned brightly, illuminating faces flushed with alcohol and boasting, accompanied by the noisy sound of cheers.
This was one of the favorite places for Magic Apprentices and Adventurers. In the frigid Northern Wilderness, there's nothing better to warm the body than a cup of distilled liquor.
At this moment, Kemidir was leisurely stirring his favorite butterbeer, enjoying a moment of relaxation amidst his busy work.
Just then, an exceptionally loud boast from the next table caught his attention.
He saw a burly adventurer with a mouth full of stubble boasting with spit flying among his rowdy friends.
