In the center of Shafrend Town, there was an inn called 'Forest Trout'. The innkeeper was just an ordinary middle-aged man, but the ale sold here was excellent, attracting many regular customers.
These customers were mostly local workers who worked six days a week and could come into town to relax on Sundays. The workers would come down from the mines covered in sweat, with loud and boisterous voices, not caring about others' opinions, and often gathered in groups of three or five to comment on the figure of a certain waitress.
If a barmaid smiled and threw a flirtatious glance at them, it would undoubtedly provoke a chorus of boos.
