Outside the Seagull Tavern, Ryan found himself alone on the shadow-strewn street, the dim glow of streetlights casting a spectral haze. As he walked, his eyes flickered with a trace of unease, reflecting his swirling thoughts.
"Interesting guy, that tavern owner, but whose banner does he really fly?" Ryan mused, the memory of his encounter with Caius, the enigmatic proprietor of the Seagull Tavern, weighing heavily on his mind. The air around Caius had bristled with an unspoken menace, a palpable threat that Ryan, seasoned by countless skirmishes in the treacherous travel area, had instinctively sensed.