Shinkotsu merely traded the warmth of the sun for the amber warmth of a thousand mana lamps to cast a hazy, golden glow over its cobblestone streets.
Throbbing with the chaotic heartbeat of the night, Shinkotsu transformed into a vibrant mosaic of nightlife that celebrated today.
This joy permeated every corner of the city, finding one of the loudest expressions of that joy at the entrance of 'The Gilded Boar.'
-Bang!
The oak door of that tavern flung open with a violence that spilled a quintet of drunks onto the street.
Luger stumbled out first, his face flushed a blotchy crimson while his eyes swam in a haze of spirits, forcing him to lean heavily on Laro's shoulder to keep the world from tilting sideways.
"I'm tellin' you…" Luger slurred, spitting a glob of phlegm onto the clean pavement with a sneer. "That little shit is worm food by now. Arlath loves play with his food… he probably pulled that kid's spine out through his ass just for the fun of it."
