Alcohol
Despite the early hour, the Black Leaf Tavern near the harbor was bustling with activity.
This establishment was a weathered building with a sign depicting a frothy ale mug hanging crookedly above its entrance.
Inside the tavern, the air was thick with the scent of sweat, alcohol, and the salty breeze from the ocean that wafted in every time someone opened the door.
Humans, elves, dwarves, and gnomes sat shoulder to shoulder, sharing an early morning drink.
At one table, a pair of humans and another pair of dwarves were locked in a heated argument about who the most beautiful courtesan in The Velvet Dreams was.
On a nearby table, a group of elves were gracefully drinking from a goblet of wine. They were conversing quietly, ridiculing the group nearby for arguing over a harlot.