The last ray of sunlight disappeared below the horizon. Deep darkness enveloped the entire village.
Usually, during this time, the villagers would have ended their daily tasks and visit the pub for leisure. Chatting, enjoying the food and alcohol to spend some time after a hard day of work. Afterwards, they would return home after getting drunk and dive straight into bed. Once the next day arrives, they would repeat that action, and that's how they lived their days in a village.
However, it was a pity that they can't enjoy it today. The pub was taken over by the "evil, irritating and terrifying" mercenary group, so they didn't have the chance to drown their weary souls in beer. Moreover, early that evening, they received an indirect threat from a mercenary that was sent by that arrogant noble, 'suggesting' that they should stay indoors for their own safety or else they 'might' end up as bait for the undead creatures.
