Although Spring Festival was still two weeks away, the bar was already warming up, with New Year decorations strung generously over the windows and walls. On the second floor, the bartender had already plastered the lounge with little red trinkets for the upcoming celebrations.
Zhang Heng raised his eyebrows, "A fortune dog?"
"It's the year of the dog – when in Rome, do as Romans do." The bartender chewed on a piece of gum while tinkering with her new concoction, a New Year's special.
Today was the first day of February, and the lounge appeared empty as it always was during the first half of every month. Due to quests being randomly drawn, the players would be like anxious students that were about to sit for their year-end exams, keen for that little bit of extra time for some last-minute revision. Traffic at the bar often surged at the end of the month.
