"Tavern Lunavinc."
Several small iron lanterns swayed gently in the night wind, creating a soft sound of metal against metal. Through the windows, part of the interior could be seen, solid wooden tables, people talking calmly, a large counter in the back, and a lit fireplace spreading warmth throughout the hall.
And most striking of all, the aroma.
As soon as the wind changed direction, a delicious smell reached Kyrian, awakening his dormant senses. Slowly roasted meat, freshly baked bread, exotic spices, melted butter, aromatic herbs.
Everything mixed together in such a way that even his stomach quietly complained, a sound he could not completely suppress.
Gao Ziyue watched his reaction attentively, her eyes capturing every nuance of his expression. A satisfied smile appeared on her lips.
"I told you that you would like it."
