Ad aspera

"Should I go in?" the elf thought, and immediately answered himself that yes, he could go in. To do this, he tried to find a less crowded spot nearby, ideally a completely deserted one, and materialize there. In this grotesque form, with a strange build, no one here would recognize Knuth, and although he was a little sorry to lose one layer of his disguise, in the current situation, it was probably enough. Dunkaniël pulled his cloak tighter, as if concealing his ugliness, and headed towards "The Gullet."

At the entrance, a couple of thugs stop Dunkaniël, scrutinize his goblin-like face, and, giving him a light tap on the nose as a precaution, shove him into the tavern. Inside, there is smoke, heat, and wild noise – Dunkaniël finds it difficult to determine the size of the hall, but it is definitely not designed for such a crowd; there is so little space that people are sitting on the tables. At first, he still tries to step carefully, trying to avoid spilled beer and dropped scraps, which are abundant on the floor, but after receiving a blow to the stomach from someone in the moving mass, he has to join the general flow. The people here are, on average, more decent than the ones the elf encountered on the street – many are dressed like ordinary, not-so-rich townspeople; one can see several who look quite wealthy, but it doesn't seem like outsiders frequent this place. It is difficult to say what kind of place this is and what people come here for – some drink, some eat, some play dice. And the scantily clad girls here are hardly due to the heat. Probably, if he wants to "relax" here, he should approach the stern-looking man behind the counter.