The doors to the Rabbit Hole remained open as patrons came and went.
Night had just fallen, and as usual, the tavern was brimming with energy and a celebratory atmosphere.
Adventurers entered to enjoy themselves or descend into the dungeons of the Mountain Down Under. Others emerged from the tavern bruised or drunk or both.
Amidst a stream of people coming and going, Adam emerged. With a faint grimace on his face, he walked out with a limp.
Along the way, many adventurers noticed him and greeted him. Most knew him by now. In a way, he had become somewhat famous with the people who frequented the Rabbit Hole.
When the great adventurer Hannibal took in a student, it was hard to keep it under wraps.
It had been seven years since Adam began taking lessons from Hannibal.
A few days after returning to Davos from the Blood Moon Secret Plane, the enigmatic Paladin had noticed the Morning Star whip fastened to Adam's waist.
