"Are you sure about this one?" Owyn asked.
"If anyone knows where there's a fight club, then they're here!" Raven said confidently... just like she'd said so at the docks, the bus stop in the shady part of the city, and the stable where the Knights kept their landbound mounts. On the bright side, he was now very familiar with the bus routes. "Just stand there and look scary."
They were almost in the center of the city, at a place called the Lyre and Bow, whose sign depicted a woman using a lyre as an arrow. Despite being early evening, at least by the murky appearance of the starless sky above, which Owyn found creepy, the tavern seemed already to be at full tilt, with a noisy crowd partially singing along with an orcish bard playing jauntily on a piccolo.
As they passed patrons, Owyn was forced to lean in so he could be heard, "Then why didn't we come here first?"
