While Melina and the Clockwork Cat were drinking to their hearts' content, some distance away from Hamlet, road repairs were underway in Raccoon Town.
Only a few oil lamps flickered in the wind at the entrance of the town. The night wind howled, and the swaying shadows of the trees reached out like some demonic claws, probing from the Abyss.
No one in their right mind would venture far from the settlements at night. Even the dwarves—who feared nothing and boasted that even if the heavens fell down it would only reach an upright dwarf's height—did not dare to travel overnight.
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