It was the height of summer, and the chilling wind that suddenly rushed in from outside made the patrons of the tavern shiver involuntarily.
And when they turned their astonished gazes to the burly figure standing at the tavern door.
They instinctively averted their eyes, dared not to make eye contact because of the ominous aura he exuded.
The remains of the midsummer festival's warmth, the noisy and boiling atmosphere, suddenly froze over.
Only the adventurers' deliberately calm whispers remained.
In the very center of the tavern's hall, those who were still shoving each other just moments ago seemed frozen by the cold wind, their bodies abruptly pausing.
All vile and filthy language ceased immediately, as if they had communicated silently, without any unnecessary actions or bitter curses left.
