C645 Swordfish Bar

Beneath the shroud of nightfall, a sparse crowd meandered through the streets of Rain Land. Among them were those rushing home, idle ruffians with nothing to do, staggering drunk pirates, and of course, soldiers patrolling to maintain local order. The street, though not bustling, had an air of disarray.

In a particular spot in Rain Land, a signboard hung askew, bearing the name of a bar. Inside