In an establishment, a crowd of Garsans of different shapes was drinking from different containers. What these containers had in common however, was that they were made of metal. Even the bottles.
Most of the Garsans lacked the fat people in comfortable positions would have, and they were without the compact shape of the cultivators. Their clothes were dirty for the most part, but they weren't lacking in energy.
The scene was not quite unlike that of the bars on Earth, in the evening after the people got off work.
The clothes were coarse, the hands even more dirty, and the bright faces hid tiredness. Conversations were going on and a Garsan could be heard complaining to one of his friends:
"The work is as sh*tty as ever."
"So what? Do you want to steal or commit other crimes for a change?"
