Pretending to be a noob in a world scaled by power level

[62] One last drink

The local tavern, One last drink, was a lively place, bathed in warm, flickering light emanating from a fireplace in the corner. The air was thick with the scent of hearty food, sweat, and ale. Conversations thrummed in a low buzz, punctuated by bouts of raucous laughter and clinking glasses.

We made our way to an empty table near the back, ordering some food and ale as we settled down to observe the patrons. At a table nearby, a group of grizzled adventurers was engaged in a fervent discussion.

"...I tell you, Marcus, the third layer is no joke. You thought the blight bats on the second were bad?" a burly man with a missing ear said, his voice carrying a seriousness that seemed etched in the crevices of his weathered face. "We ran into this monstrous spider, the size of a horse, its eyes gleaming in the dark... We barely made it out alive."

A woman across the table, her short, fire-red hair sticking up in tufts, chimed in, "Oh, spiders are the least of your problems if you go any deeper. We found a forest in the fourth layer, but the plants there... they aren't like anything we have up here. Thorns as long as your arm, vines that try to strangle you, and flowers that shoot poisonous spores when they detect movement. It's a nightmare."

Another man, younger with wide, eager eyes, leaned in closer. "But the treasures! We found a crystal down there, pulsing with a strange light. Worth a fortune up here," he said, his voice brimming with a mix of fear and exhilaration.

I stood from our table, my chair scraping softly against the rough wooden floor of the tavern, drawing the attention of our fellow patrons. Approaching the group of adventurers, I flashed them a friendly smile.

"Excuse the interruption, but my friends and I couldn't help but overhear your thrilling tales from the Abyss," I said, gesturing to the table where the girls sat watching. "Would you mind sharing more if I offer to buy a round of drinks?"

The adventurers looked up, their faces reflecting surprise at the sudden offer. Then they shared a collective smirk, an unspoken agreement echoing in their smiles.

The burly man with the missing ear extended his hand towards me, an appreciative glint in his eye. "Well, aren't you generous! We never turn down free ale." He signaled the barmaid, and she hurried over with a knowing smile, perhaps used to such arrangements from enthralled listeners.

Once the fresh round of drinks arrived, the adventurers began to weave more tales about the Abyss, its layers, its creatures, and the treasures they held.

A slender elf with almond eyes leaned forward, his hands cradling his tankard as he began to tell his tale. "My friends and I," he gestured to the group, "were part of a ten-member party exploring the fifth layer. It was our first time going that deep. The environment, unlike the upper layers, was dark and chill, lit only by luminescent fungi casting an eerie glow over the rough, cold stone."

He paused, taking a sip of his ale, his eyes reflecting the memory. "We fought beasts unseen on the surface, some so alien they defied description. Gigantic insects with chitinous shells, moving shadows that drained your life, even colossal serpents capable of swallowing an adventurer whole."

Another adventurer, a burly dwarf with a matted beard, chimed in, "Aye, and let's not forget the twisted mind games the Abyss plays on ya. One moment, you feel you're walking straight, next thing you know, you're falling into a pit or walking right into a monster's lair. There's an odd magic down there, messes with your senses."

The one-armed orc next to him nodded fervently, joining in the discussion. "Worse than that," he said, his voice grave, "are the whispers. You start hearing things - your worst fears, your deepest regrets, promises of power, and eternal glory. They get louder as you descend. They nearly drove me mad, they did."

Finally, a woman with flowing silver hair and icy blue eyes concluded their tales. "But, if you survive the Abyss, you come back with more than just treasures and battle scars. You come back stronger, wiser. There's something about surviving that death pit that forges you anew." Her eyes locked onto mine, glinting with resolve. "But remember, the Abyss isn't just another dungeon to conquer. It's a living, breathing entity. Respect it, or it will swallow you whole."

Q: Have you been to a bar before?