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Because of the name of this place, I have constant associations with Diablo.
The tavern in Tristram not only could have, but most likely did disappoint the dangerous and energetic traveler. Besides occasional travelers and stingy merchants, the bulk of the patrons consisted of tired workers who had come to this place to rest after a hard day's work. It couldn't be said that they were having fun; on the contrary—they sat either alone or in small groups, eating and drinking in silence, or discussing recent world events without much enthusiasm. But even that wasn't all—when Adilika entered, only the tavern keeper standing behind the counter noticed her; the other patrons didn't even grace the beauty with a glance.
-Well, hello! I hope at least your food here isn't as dreary and gray in taste. -Adilika approached the counter and asked for the menu ordered something to eat. -Now, tell me, how are things going here in the glorious capital? -she addressed the tavern keeper. -Anything interesting to tell a weary traveler, hm?