The tavern's patrons were loud, talking, dancing, and laughing, their spirits high as the drinks flowed endlessly. There were no empty glasses, no wait, no fuss, just joy and easy mirth.

Mya glided behind the counter, watching as the patrons ate, played cards, or left to entertain their partners in the rooms upstairs. The tavern was full to the brim as three ships had docked safely that day, bringing large groups of eager people wanting to celebrate the end of their last voyage and ...