The Bartender's guild, a medium that connected the light and dark sides of Rudrain, and the place that Rosso had found out about after a bit of financial struggle on his end. Though the one he could find was only the simplest one.
Although its name the Yellow Dragon Bar, sounded grand, the decorations and entrance requirements were something he couldn't afford unless he burned through money. Rosso still made up his mind.
Not everyone can be like Heroth, who easily enters and exits an even higher level of establishment, whose cover was that of a simple and cheap bar.
However, instead of the little beer in front of him, Rosso was still thinking about the man he had seen not too long ago. "The man looked weak, barely adept… so why?" He recalled the face of the jolly old man.
