The lighting in the tavern that night was dim, the keep failing to refuel the lanterns with the needed oil. Patrons complained as they bumped into one another, spilling ale and dropping bread and other eats to the dirty floor below. The crowds that flooded this particular tavern, located on the bottom-most tier of the multi-leveled castle town of Vandole, were of the working class. Farmers, fishermen, lumberjacks, the people who worked their materials, blacksmiths, you name it.
