Bab 934: Refl Angst

The moon had adorned the sky and become its mistress. Under its rays was the Nemk City, buzzing with chatters and laughter amongst the street. 

The bars were opened from time to dusk and those who enjoyed the nights more than the days lavishly entered with booze in their minds. One had a bard already playing their tunes and the other bars each with their own culture.

However, one bar, in particular, was not as noisy as the others. The place was almost deserted but one could see the light crashing against the window. The bar was opened yet hardly any silhouettes could be seen or the noise could be heard. Yet, in such a place, there was a group of young people standing at the front of the door. One, in particular, crossed his arms and had a smirk on his face as if the world was going according to his wishes.

"This is it," said Lyon before pushing the door open.

"Oh? A customer," said the bartender.