It was a cool, breezy night in the town center of Ravenwood.
The streets were bathed in the soft glow of lanterns hanging from posts, casting warm yellow pools of light onto the cobblestone roads.
The sounds of the town filled the air: distant chatter, clinking glasses, and the occasional bark of laughter.
In the corner of the square was an outdoor drinking area, a charming mix of garden and bar.
Potted plants lined the space, their leaves rustling gently in the wind.
Fairy lights were strung between the trees, giving the place a whimsical, relaxed feel.
Wooden tables and chairs were scattered around, some occupied by groups of students and townsfolk enjoying their drinks.
Under one of the larger trees, five second-year students sat around a table, sipping cocktails.
The outdoor bar beside them was lively, with patrons leaning on the counter, ordering their favorite drinks.
