Nezuko was in her tavern, getting ready to resume work for the day as she began dusting tables and chairs and getting drinks ready for the day. It was not going to be easy, though, as most of her loyal customers had gone to take refuge in the Capital City. So she was not expecting to make a big sale today but had to try nonetheless to put food on the table.
She had chosen not to take refuge within the capital city's walls, given that she had nothing going for her there. She had no idea how long the anticipated war was going to last, let alone if it was going to happen. This tavern was all she had and everything that mattered to her, and she could not bear the thought of leaving it behind because of fear.
