Thale walks into a bar. Thale walks into a dimly lit bar, his eyes adjusting to the low light as he makes his way to the counter. The smell of sizzling meat and the sound of clinking glasses fill the air as he takes a seat on a stool. The bartender, a gruff-looking man with a thick beard, greets him with a nod and takes his order. Thale requests a plate of food and a mug of ale, and the bartender promptly fills his request.
As he eats, Thale listens to the conversations happening around him. The patrons of the bar are a diverse group, ranging from rough-looking mercenaries to wealthy merchants. They talk about everything from the weather to the latest news, but one topic catches Thale's attention: a sect recruiting new disciples.
