The cramped local bar was filled with peasants, both women and men alike. Gambling coins and drinking wine, cheerful laughter and deranged grins etched on their faces.
The bar was lit up with lanterns and fire torches, with the loud strings of instruments playing and commoners dancing, completely drunk.
"Hey garl, get me three cups of ale! A man screamed with the accent of that of a common peasant, hitting his half-filled cup of ale on the shaky wooden table, and some of the contents spilled on the table violently.
A lady with a loose scarf around her dark brown hair, dressed in a long, worn-out brown dress, makes her way with three filled cups. Freckles spread across her upper nose and face; she had thick eyebrows, making her face look slightly manly.
"That will be three silver coins.
