The Tomb of Drakmor 8
Trinity lowered her head as she walked through the narrow alley. Her eyes gleamed against the low lighting, and her footsteps were as light as the cold breeze from the port.
After a few minutes, she finally found what she was looking for. The narrow alley opened into a cozy corner where a worn-out sign creaked, announcing the tavern with faded charm.
The entrance was framed by ivy-covered bricks, giving it a secretive allure. Trinity pulled her hood to cover her face before she pushed the heavy wooden door, revealing a warmth that contrasted with the chilly night outside.
Inside, the air hummed with hushed conversations and the clinking of glasses. Dim lanterns hanging from low wooden beams cast a soft glow over sturdy oak tables and mismatched chairs. The place was a haven for a motley crew of patrons—demons sharing tales with humans, vampires nursing drinks beside elves.