The tavern was a really cool place in terms of atmosphere and weather. Those buildings sure knew how to keep the heat away… Aion was thankful for it.
Regardless, even though it was noon, the place had quite a lot of people there drinking, and they all looked like travelers. All of them had weapons, though. Those curved single-edged swords that made Aion recall scimitars from Earth.
"The tavern keeper knows a lot," The black-bearded man said and then tossed the gold coin back. "If you buy a few things, she should be able to sell information for you as well."
Aion nodded and then approached the tavern keeper after taking back his money and noticed that she was a woman in her thirties. She had long black hair and tanned skin, and she also had quite a pair of bazongas. So, Aion thought that the first thing he should ask for was milk. Trying to convince himself that it was just a coincidence.
