Flower Grace Town has inns specially prepared for outsiders, but they are all elf-operated, and outsiders are not allowed to set up shop here.
Therefore, even taverns crowded with adventurers are hardly seen with that rowdy atmosphere found elsewhere. However, there are advantages—the taverns run by the Elf Tribe won't stink when there are too many orcs, nor will one accidentally step on disgusting vomit.
But the Elves can only maintain the appearance and cleanliness of the taverns; as for the patrons inside, well, that's simply beyond their control.
Amberser chose the liveliest tavern and was blasted by the noisy sounds as soon as he pushed the door open.
"Is this the 'secluded place' you spoke of?" Gareth's voice came from inside the helmet, the echo betraying the emptiness within.
Amberser looked down on Gareth with contempt and then said, "As an Undead, do you really have to speak out loud?"
Upon hearing this, Gareth felt Amberser initiating a soul connection with him.
