While Igor and the others were causing a lively ruckus with their chaotic battles atop Guru Mountain, a sense of silence enveloped the area at its foot.
All the taverns were being cleaned and prepared for the day. The customers from the night before had been drinking wildly; they had even clamored to go up the mountain in the dead of night, which was as strange as the sun rising from the west. Ever since the Alchemists monopolized Lubin Tavern and Guru Mountain, the wealth-dreaming Treasure Hunters had spent their days in a drunken stupor in the taverns and inns. Filled with unvented resentment, they turned to alcohol, much to the profit of Guru Mountain's taverns.
