The tavern in Valgrund stood in the heart of the city and was always bustling with visitors. Its sign displayed a bold and distinctive symbol—a sword crossed with an iron shield.
Unlike the taverns found in the territories of the demon and human races, this one featured saloon-style doors—just like the ones often seen in fantasy movies or novels from Leon's old world.
In a way, it looked exactly as he had imagined.
Leon and Elina stepped inside and were immediately struck by the crowd and the cozy interior.
Dozens of chairs and tables were neatly arranged, all crafted from finely carved wood.
Paintings of monsters and dwarves adorned the walls, and at the center stood the bar—where guests could order drinks or waiters took food orders.
The tavern buzzed with life. Laughter, cheers, and playful banter filled the air, giving the place a warm, energetic atmosphere.
"Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Customers," greeted a female dwarf with a smile. "Is this your first time here?"
