The world below the mountain had turned mad. Elder Rostellum, unable to calm down, anxiously waited at the door of Lubin Tavern. Beside him were several of his subordinates, and flanking these subordinates were several tavern owners, their faces pale and devoid of any color.
This group of people waited here for Elder Rostellum to provide them with some guidance. Yet Elder Rostellum himself was waiting for the entrance to Lubin Tavern to open. He came every day, yet the door remained shut day after day.
It was fortunate that the residents inside were Alchemists. If they had been other Adventurers with Class, they'd have probably starved to death long ago!
Elder Rostellum tugged at his beard. He was amused that he had actually thought about such a problem. He must be going stir crazy.
