Hans Port, Octopus Tavern.
By now, the sky had already darkened.
Other places had become silent, leaving only the sound of the waves.
But the Octopus Tavern was different.
The bright lights made the huge red wooden octopus on the sign even more conspicuous, and the noise was even more eye-catching.
Aside from certain special holidays, there is no curfew in Hans Port.
However, most people maintain a routine of working from sunrise to sunset.
What about taverns?
Commoners working to make a living wouldn't come here.
People with a certain amount of family wealth and social status wouldn't come here either; they prefer clubs and the like.
So, this place was filled with a group of people who had some spare cash but no higher status.
Most of them were sailors.
A part of them were mercenaries.
And among them were pirates.
Of course, bounty hunters were not to be forgotten.
So, the tavern was a jumbled mess; it wasn't strange to meet any type of person.
