▌ bright smile from the girl behind the bar : it’s a slower time , sun high on the water , and she can afford to give each customer a touch of individual attention . the 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐓 fades here , giving way to the comforting crackle of the tavern's hearth .
“ afternoon , traveller . alas , i don’t think i 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑔𝑛𝑖𝑧𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 ... ”












