A tavern was a cozy refuge, a stark contrast to the intensity of the arena. The dark wooden walls and soft candlelight created an intimate and comfortable atmosphere.
The tables were full of patrons, some still chatting animatedly about the battle they had just witnessed. In the corner of the tavern, Aluella sat at a table with Victor and Trawerr.
"You fought well, my son," Aluella said, placing her hand on Trawerr's. "I'm so proud of how much you've grown."
"Thank you, Mother," Trawerr replied with a slightly shy smile. "I still have a lot to learn, but there are many strong monsters in the outskirts of the capital, and I'm improving."
They sat down at the table and a waitress quickly came to take their orders. After they selected their drinks and food, the waitress walked away, leaving them free to talk.
