At the Same Time, in the Dark Town District
THUD!
A dull, wet sound was heard as Fyar, who was wearing a simple white mask with a flat facial expression, landed a solid left hook into the stomach of the muscular man in front of him.
The man staggered back slightly, wincing in pain and clutching his stomach. "YOU LILTE SHITTT!!...," he muttered, his breath ragged.
The fight was taking place on a narrow street outside a rundown bar called "The Cracked Skull." The dim yellow light from the lantern above the bar door was the only source of illumination. The buildings around them were made of old, rotting wood and cracked stone, some windows boarded up. The ground beneath their feet was dirty and muddy with puddles of filthy water, with trash scattered everywhere.
The air was stuffy, filled with the foul smell of the sewer, sour spilled beer, and sweat. A rowdy circle of spectators had formed around them laborers, thieves, and adventurers.
