485 Ancient Dragon

As dusk settled, evening in the main city of Moldavia became lively and raucous.

Adventurers and hunters, returning from the Dark Forest and the Great Ajax Mountains swarmed the nearby commercial streets and taverns after turning in their reaping for rewards. While the adventurers who had labored for over a dozen days know that they should not be using all their rewards at once, they understood that lavishing for a night was the best method to unwind.

Thus, the glint of gold coins twinkled over the bar counter as hearty laughter and clinging goblets echoed across the street.

A little further ahead of the well-lit commercial street was the square in the middle of the city. Even as dull sunset shone, it was soon replaced by another light.