Early in the morning, Bartlett pushed open the door and walked out of the cold wooden house.
A night's sleep had restored much of his physical strength, and his full spirit allowed him to feel the hunger in his stomach even more acutely. He moved his somewhat stiff neck, preparing to head to the tavern where he had arranged to meet Old Will.
At this time, Pig Bay was somewhat deserted, nothing like the hustle and bustle of daytime or nighttime. The vast majority of people were still immersed in their dreams, and even the blacksmith's metal hammering had ceased.
As he passed the Thorn Tent area, Bartlett saw a fair-skinned, disheveled beauty supporting a drunken Adventurer out of a tent.
The drunkard leaned on the beauty, squinting his drunken eyes, constantly rubbing his nose against her cheeks and neck. One hand rested on her waist, while the other repeatedly tried to grab at her ample chest. However, his arm would exhaust halfway in the air and drop back down each time.
