"Is this just me or the Curios spawn in this new area are rather low?"
"We're in the territory of the Yevdat Kingdom, who knows what kind of sorcery that the Umbra King placed in order to make sure that his land is free of infidels."
"Can I get a second mug of beer?"
"You're already on your twentieth beer."
The dimly lit bar in the heart of Salissic Vein bastion hummed with the low murmur of conversation, the clink of mugs, and the occasional burst of laughter from weary patrons seeking respite from the day's patrols, and daredevil activities.
Flickering lanterns cast long shadows across the wooden tables, their flames dancing in the draft from the cracked stone walls.
The air was thick with the scent of spiced ale and roasted meats, a comforting haze that masked the underlying tension of a bastion on the edge of uncertainty.
