Night had fully embraced the town. Most houses and shops were cloaked in darkness, their inhabitants already fast asleep.
Yet, in one corner of Lily Town, light still flickered. The inn stood lively and warm, its windows glowing like beacons in the night.
People came and went through its wooden doors, some entering upright and alert, only to stagger out later like weary zombies. This was the town's only real refuge, where locals gathered to eat, drink, and ease the weight of their daily burdens.
Inside, the common room buzzed with a soft hum of chatter and laughter. The inn was half full, and Tania moved swiftly between tables, balancing six overflowing mugs of frothy ale with practiced grace.
