Though small, the tavern was crowded and bustling. It was a melting pot of every conceivable look and attire: slave masters draped in colorful silks haughtily bossed around collared slaves; destitute wandering mercenaries polished notched swords; ragged beggars crawled in through the door only to crawl back out empty-handed...
In the corner sat a few strange figures wearing white masks and wrapped tightly from head to toe in thick cloth...
It was as if the tavern were a microcosm of Essos...
Chapter 84