At that moment, a realization struck me: we had wandered into a place that wasn't just any ordinary tavern. There was something off about the way the patrons were behaving. The conversations we overheard weren't the typical tavern banter. They were laced with a certain familiarity, words exchanged with an air of secrecy that wasn't meant for just anyone's ears. It wasn't exactly silent, but the tone and content were different, coded in a way that only those in the know would understand.