Draining the cup, Bartlett patted his satisfied stomach and, like the other guests, continued to sit at the table, ears perked up, and listened to the innkeeper's story about the "Mysterious Wine Bottle" for a while.
It must be said that the white-haired old man was quite eloquent. He used the narrative style of an adventurer, with some boasting and crudeness, quite different from that of a bard.
The old man's deep voice vividly recounted every detail of the story, but when he came to the part where he accidentally lost the magical wine bottle, Bartlett suddenly lost interest.
I have my own story to continue, the Barbarian thought, and then turned back to the third floor and returned to his room.
