The fresh morning breeze blew away the wine fumes that had been brewing in the room all night.
Compared to the liveliest hours in the evening, the Three-legged Sea Dog Tavern was clearly much quieter in the morning.
Those adventurers who not long ago were still raising their cups, sitting by the tables spraying spit as they talked big, some took advantage of not being completely drunk yet and went back to their rooms early to rest, while others simply treated the messy tables, chairs, and even the floor as beds, and fell asleep right there in the hall.
Of course, there were still a few adventurers who had managed to stay sober, gathered in twos and threes, sipping a little wine; there were even one or two diligent types like Xia Nan who got up early to train, just that they were relatively few in number.
Behind the bar, the tavern owner Hera, as always, was leisurely polishing a wine glass.
