Above the entrance, a sign displayed lettering that resembled the word "Tavern." To gather information, a place like this was ideal.
In these cold climates, people loved their hot drinks, and such taverns were perfect melting pots of travelers and locals alike.
Daniel pushed open the door and stepped inside, with Nina and Sif close behind.
As they entered, the person at the door quickly closed it, sealing off the cold outside. Inside, it was warm, the air filled with the smell of alcohol.
The lively tavern went still for a moment at their entrance. Curious whispers broke out, and many turned to look at them with expressions of curiosity, suspicion, and greed.
Strangers were rare in this frozen region, and even rarer were people who looked like them.
Merchants who traveled through these mountains typically bore the weary look of constant travelers.
But Daniel and his companions were different.