The late-afternoon slash early-nights at the town's Inn were something else entirely.
A crowd of people so big, it made me feel like every man and his spouse hurried up to the tavern the moment the ringing of the bell announced the closing of the gates.
And judging from how everyone didn't seem to pay any mind to the event they were all participating in, one thing couldn't be more clear – an afternoon like the one I was observing right now wasn't an outlier but the local norm.
Adventurers, still draped in their leather armors and robes, sat at the same table as merchants, craftsmen and hired hands, all enjoying the same food, ale and conversation equally.
'I wonder if the town's mayor is here too, casually stacking empty cups after a hard day of sorting paperwork,' I thought, scanning the place whenever I would bring my head up from above my plate.
