After the Magic was cast on him, Colin felt a faint, almost imperceptible pull.
The Divine Art, Guidance, was said to offer its target a faint sense of direction, boosting their abilities in tasks like investigation and persuasion. It was considered a rather useful Cantrip.
Colin then led the others into the tavern.
The tavern wasn't much to look at. Fishing nets and mounted fish heads hung on the walls as decoration, and most of the tables and chairs were cobbled together from barrels and planks.
Since it was the middle of the afternoon, there were hardly any customers inside.
Colin deliberately mimicked the swagger of a gang member from Thousand Masts City, strolling over to the bar and spitting on the floor under the owner's disgusted gaze.
"Don't look at me like that, buddy," Colin said. "I'm from that shithole Thousand Masts City. What's the scene like around here? A mug of ale."
With that, he laid out a few Copper Coins on the bar and added an extra one.
