Opposite to what its name entailed, the s*******r Fest was a celebratory tavern full of laughter and cheerful conversation, with dancers entertaining half-drunk adventurers as they clinked their glasses filled with booze whilst being grateful they lived to see another day, another night.
The sun had already set over the Golden City, exposing the shining moon that spread its soft radiance over the once busy streets. By now most people were either huddled in their homes asleep while others treated the arrival of night as their morning as they got ready to start their own special trade.
Lukas wryly smiled as he found himself raising his own glass of butter beer to the people he had once faced life and death with. Geoff looked like he belonged with his short wavy hair and a relaxed smile on
