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Luna’s local tavern was a place of sanctuary for the young assassin. Nestled at the corner of the neighborhood, it was a rustic, homey establishment that welcomed everyone. Tonight was no exception. The moment she pushed open the wooden door, the familiar scent of freshly baked bread and the distinctive tang of ale filled her senses. The low hum of chatter and the sporadic bouts of hearty laughter comforted her as she moved deeper into the tavern.
Luna was clad in her favorite black outfit, hair loosely braided, the dim lighting making her blue eyes sparkle. She had always been more comfortable in the solitude of her home or the calm confines of a library. But tonight, she craved the warm, homely chaos that a tavern offered. She didn't recognize many faces, most of them being regular patrons engaged in spirited discussions or solitary drinkers lost in their thoughts. Yet, she found comfort in their anonymity, appreciating the sense of community the bustling tavern offered.
She slipped into an empty spot at the bar, her heart fluttering in her chest as she ordered a drink. While the sight of familiar school corridors and classrooms provided a sense of comfort, there was a thrill in exploring life outside, in daring to venture into the unexpected. Plus, this was the kind of place where she might meet some interesting people. Interesting people usually led to interesting jobs which was important for an assassin.
Despite Luna’s excitement, she was still tired. It was fairly late in the evening and a swig of ale made her a little woozy. The ale made every face in the tavern slightly more attractive. She smiled at the thought of getting drunk and spending a night in a room here. She wasn’t eighteen yet, so any room she got would have to be alone though.
