Nash Tavern.
Charles Hopkins and Henry Shipton stood at the entrance, looking at the glowing sign overhead.
"This name, this vibe, it really doesn't look like a bar, it feels more like a place for tea appreciation and art." Charles said.
"Tsk, you're really a commoner; 'Nash' comes from 'The Book of Songs: Gu Feng', all referring to musical instruments and tunes. Lee specially got someone to come up with such a classy name." Henry teased.
"Hey, I'm common, I'm common, isn't that why I'm here to cultivate my character?" Charles said casually.
"No matter how you cultivate your character, it won't come back; you might as well find a new one faster." Henry snickered.
As they were joking, a man with a buzz cut at the door shouted to them, "Are you guys being so polite because you're planning to stand at the door and draw in customers for me?"
"Screw you, Lee, do you think you can afford to have me bring in customers for you?" Charles laughed and pretended to ask for money.
