The Willow's Secret, a name that has been making the rounds in the Elven Tribe of Elvaraden, was a newly established bar in recent days.
Although situated in the tribe's outer district, home of the elvish commoners, it quickly became popular and successful—that words of its fame even reached the nobles and high elves living in the central district.
There was only one reason why something like this would happen—The quality of the establishment's food and beverage was top-notch.
Being within the vicinity of the establishment, Albion and Fenriri were quickly drawn to the bar after overhearing sings of praises for it from passing elves.
"So this is the Willow's Secret?"
Albion and Fenriri cast their gaze on the giant willow tree ahead of them.
With neatly arranged plants and flowers on the side of the road, the giant willow tree with a fancy entrance at its foot stood tall at the other end.
