Ice Rock City.
In an ordinary tavern to the west of the city, the atmosphere was lively and cheerful.
Wooden tables and chairs had been haphazardly moved to the edges of the hall, the cleared space in the middle had become a makeshift dance floor. Passionate and boisterous Northerners were enthusiastically flaunting their clumsy dance moves, gulping down the spicy and refreshing barley beer.
The tavern owner was directing several attendants to continuously bring out a variety of food and drink from behind the bar, the flames burning in the fireplace driving away a touch of early spring chill.
Ding-dong——
At the sound of the crisp doorbell, a young man dressed in purple clothes, wearing a red soft hat, and flashy in his attire, walked into the tavern.
He had a waist harp slung over his shoulder, that was the instrument bards loved most.
Upon seeing the young man, the crowd in the tavern cheered. He seemed to be quite familiar to them.
