章 172: Beginning of Draven's Pirate Life II

The Rusty Ship Tavern was a dimly lit, ramshackle establishment that reeked of spilled ale and unwashed bodies. The patrons, a motley crew of rough-looking individuals, huddled around uneven wooden tables. Some were engaged in rowdy card games, while others nursed their drinks in sullen silence. The air was thick with the clinking of mugs, the low murmur of conversations, and the occasional raucous laughter.

As Damus and Charlie entered the tavern, they drew a few curious glances from the patrons. Damus cast a wary look at Charlie, who seemed unfazed by the attention. However, Damus was taken aback when Charlie suddenly raised his voice and demanded, "Who's Vilan in here?"

A few heads turned in their direction, and Damus shot a concerned look at Charlie. "What the hell are you doing, Charlie?" he hissed.