Bart came to the tavern today to drink, but he was interrupted by various things.
It was not until the sun started to set before he drank his first drink.
Today, it was drizzling in Rock City. The guests who already arrived could not leave, and those who intended to come could not come because of the rain.
Ever since the Harvest Festival, today was the quietest day in the tavern. Guests sat in twos and threes in the tavern and watched the rain outside. They chatted and drank. It was a leisurely and peaceful scene.
"Bart, why don't you try the whiskey first?"Alan urged helplessly.
Bart, who finally drank the whiskey, narrowed his eyes and carefully felt the magic power in the whiskey.
"I have to say, Alan, not only are you broad-minded, but you're also an outstanding human. The drinks that you brew are very good. Although, for the dwarves, an even stronger drink would suit their taste better."
