When the hunters from the Absolution Hunting Team noticed the doors of the Wandering Bar were tightly shut, inside a private room on the second floor of the Wandering Bar, a wizard peered through the narrow room window, and through the glass, he was observing the small store across the bar.
It was the weekend, and D&K had no shortage of customers. Hank the Fox Five was behind the counter, busy accounting, surrounded by four or five abacuses buzzing nonstop; Ding Dang Ears, wearing a green vest, was dragging a feather duster longer than its own body, striving to dust off the corners of the store.
Tiny specs of dust sparkled with myriad colors in the sunlight, with Ding Dang Ears pursuing them with the duster, unintentionally creating a sense of tranquil leisure.
