Dark Town
Inside a dim room lit by a few torches on the walls, the air was stuffy and smelled of stale beer and sweat. A dozen burly men sat around a large, scratched wooden table. At the head of the table sat Kail, their leader, a large man in a black robe.
He picked up an earthenware bottle and casually poured a dark liquid into two empty glasses in front of him. The sound of the liquid filling the glasses was clear in the quiet room. He then pushed one of the glasses across the table toward Fyar. "Drink," he said.
Fyar just took the glass and placed it to the side, without touching it further. He tilted his head slightly. "Are you fucking idiot offering a drink to someone wearing a mask?"
"ey Watch your mouth, you dog!"
"whoa you wana die litle shit?!!"
