Horizon of Darkness

The elf approaches the group and hands the coins to the bartender, ordering a premium beer.
— You seem gloomy today, my friend. — he sits down next to them, taking a sip of his drink. — I see something is bothering you; perhaps you'd like to share?

The man looked at Radiel's insignia.
— Oh, so you're from the Claws! I suppose you've already heard about the demon worshippers who killed the alchemist? They say the entire area is swarming with them, and we're all doomed. And I haven't even mentioned the creatures of darkness. Because of them, both mines have been closed.