The tavern was bustling.
It's understandable as the West Continent as a whole has a medieval vibe.
Especially since this is a harbor.
Most of the people relaxing here over drinks are sailors, with weapons clearly hung on their waists, a bunch of burly men creating a ruckus with their beer mugs.
The women who frequented this place were no pushovers either.
At first glance, they were tall and strong, with arms big enough to run a train on.
They certainly didn't lack charm in their figures.
As for their appearance, they spent their days either adrift at sea or struggling to survive at the harbor - expecting them to be fair-skinned and beautiful would be too much, but their skin tone was quite healthy.
Not going to lie.
The women in the tavern had a unique charm.
Each and every one of them was a true sea horse.
And they were rather wild in nature...
Watching them blend in heartily with the boisterous men while laughing loudly was rather overwhelming.
