"The weather's really terrible today."
"Yeah, yeah, to be exact, it's been like this for days."
Inside the tavern, the two old fellows were sitting by the window, drinking and chatting. They looked quite tipsy, their expressions drunken.
Probably due to the bad weather, and the fact that few people come to drink during the day, the tavern was empty. Besides the bartender still wiping glasses, only these two fellows remained.
Drinking alone is so dull, so the two teamed up and drank from morning until now, getting drunk and becoming closer. They chatted passionately about everything from young people nowadays to current politics, almost ready to swear brotherhood.
"Ah, Old Dunling, this ghost place... To be honest, I've always thought I might have some kind of superpower," said the gray-haired old fellow.
"Ah? Tell me about it," the other old fellow, who was already bald, asked curiously.
