The main facilities inside fortresses were entertainment venues, designed for the non-gaming players who entered Ethereal.
Not everyone enjoyed combat, and not everyone was drawn to the monotony of crafting professions.
The vast majority were busy people who couldn't travel for leisure in real life.
This place existed to fulfill their spiritual needs.
Ethan turned and left Commerce Hall. It wasn't even ten o'clock in the evening yet, still far from three in the morning. He decided to try his luck at the Town Hall next door and see if City Lord Gregor was there. If not, he'd simply have to wait until the appointed time.
"Morzan, what kind of entity is City Lord Gregor exactly?" he asked silently in his mind.
He wasn't sure if Morzan could hear him—but asked anyway. After all, Morzan had to know something about Gregor's anomalous nature.
Sure enough, after a moment, Morzan's voice answered, "Remember the guy who threw you into the Underworld?"
