An Adventurer Called Sherlock [Pt 2]

The pubs within the Adventurers City were usually chock-full in the evening, since this was when most Adventurers returned from their daily tasks.

Many wanted to relax and enjoy the evening atmosphere while sipping some ale, while others desired to blow off steam by ranting about their experience to any who would listen. 

It was a nice mix of varying minds who desired different things.

As a result, most pubs ended up being chaotic—the later the evening got, the worse it became.

However, compared to the usual nature of such an establishment, the place where Jet, Lux, and Sherlock chose was completely silent.

Perhaps the absence of any other Adventurer—or any other living soul, save for the staff in the establishment—could explain the cause of the decorum. It was a strange sight, seeing a pub so empty despite it being evening.