"Are you sure you saw the bottle in this place?" Mikael asks of Kalel, who nodded in silence.
"But even if you did, how can you be certain that this is the only place that uses the same bottle?" Shao Jun prods.
However, Kalel, who would usually argue with the man, moved without a word, making the people around him notice the change in his demeanor. He stands before the doors of the tavern as the rowdy musical of people's laughter and talks inside fills the awkward air. He pushes the doors open, forcing light to trespass in the dark place.
The group paces inside and immediately inhales the stench of logs. There's that icky smell of wet wood, that smoke of blazing cigarettes, and that sultry yet vile scent of alcohol mixed in the windowless floor. It was still dark, so dark and tranquil
