The mountain wind wove through the forest, sunshine broke through the clouds, even in this forsaken world, a sense of tranquility lingered.
Upon entering the bar, Tilan's gaze swept around; her light blue eyes held a curious look, akin to that of a fledgling bird, as she surveyed the fresh, unfamiliar environment. Her simple coat and hood concealed her luscious cyan hair, and even her face was hidden beneath a surrounding scarf.
The scenery she observed was somewhat familiar, with the bubbling beer glasses, steaming baked potatoes and bread, a slightly sour and salty aroma permeating the air, hanging smoked sausage, the flickering flames in the fireplace, ash remnants on the ground, and grease stains on the wooden tables.
To someone accustomed to a modern, clean society like hers, such an environment carried a different sense of realism.
