Rayven's stomach growled after a few moments.
"Ahhh. I guess that made me hungry…" He muttered with a tired chuckle.
Rayven stretched his arms as he felt a bit sore in his muscles before he finally decided to leave the dueling arena.
It was almost sunset as he got out of the Adventurer's Guild.
The market outside was lively. Since it was already time for dinner, he could already hear many sizzling pans, fragrant spices, and hawkers yelling their daily specials.
He stopped in front of a small wooden eatery near two larger inns. The sign was faded, the stools were uneven, and the menu board was hand-painted in rough chalk.
It doesn't look the nicest eatery around the area.
But the scent drifting from inside had savory broth and grilled meat. It was irresistible.
"Perfect…" Rayven murmured and walked in.
The place wasn't crowded. A few adventurers were eating stew while chatting loudly about bounties they had and the situation within the 17th Dungeon...
