In an unknown tavern in Bloohoof City, the stench of alcohol and sweat filled the air.
Dozens of underground creatures drank and chatted. They did not care about the terrible air around them.
As far as the eye could see, there were half-snake men, prison barbarians, halflings, lizardmen, taurens... One could see all kinds of strange races here.
A tauren with a face full of scars and a pair of blood-tinted eyes picked up the bowl on the table and gulped down the sour-strong wine in one go.
'Burp!'
Its face was flushed red. It suddenly stood up and shouted at its two companions under the influence of alcohol.
"Did you guys hear? The gray-colored dwarves' reward for the surface lord increased to 15 million food units from 10 million units!"
Its eyes turned even redder.
"Fifteen million units! If we can get this, our tribe won't have to worry for three years, no, five years!"
As the tauren said that, it slammed the table.
