The Masked Figure
We step down from the carriage and head directly into the restaurant. The exterior is more grand and architecturally impressive than even the palace of the Ametheist Kingdom. I expect the interior to be just as opulent, but as soon as we enter, my expectations are crushed, and my expression turns sour.
'What the actual fuck is this?'
Instead of classy, ultra-rich nobles, merchants, and esteemed officials—people you'd expect to frequent a restaurant of this caliber—I am greeted by the sight of dirty-looking men and women. Some are covered in grime and what seems to be black blood, the stench around them overpowering. To make matters worse, they're eating like ravenous animals, shoving food into their mouths without any cutlery. These people are undoubtedly adventurers.