The tavern was filled with smoke, and the sound of lively conversation mingled with the clinking of glasses and music playing in the background. The tables were filled with groups of people laughing, drinking, and eating, and the aroma of delicious food permeated the atmosphere, even though the tavern was old-fashioned.
However, one table in particular suddenly attracted more attention than the others. This table was occupied by a small group of mages, and after a brief confusion and a peace agreement, the dozens of tavern patrons that night could not take their eyes off them.
Kaizen sat in the middle of this conspicuous group, facing the tielfling, and inquired with a smile:
"Before we start, how about we at least tell each other our names?"
"All right. My name is Kaste, and yours?"
"My name is Kaizen."
"Huh. What an unusual name, Kaizen. What part of town are you from?"
