Quest [1]
The pungent odour of alcohol lingered in the air, permeating every corner of the small tavern filled with demons who were seated at round wooden tables and drinking what appeared to be potent alcoholic beverages.
"There ain' nuthing better than some sweet alcohol afte' sum heavy work!"
"Ye bet."
Demons weren't the only creatures that resided in the tavern, as dwarves―or, more accurately, duegars―sat around the round tables, chatting and singing loudly.
In one of the tables near the far ends of the tavern.
"What have you guys found out?"
I asked, looking at the others in front of me.
As soon as we arrived in the city, the very first thing that we did was break up into smaller groups in order to investigate the situation independently.
Information was key in order for us to better adapt ourselves to this foreign world.