While Bright End certainly had its charm, it’s splendor felt a little overbearing at times. There was something to be said about the more modest local spots in Westward. The food, in her opinion, was generally better, and the people were far more down to earth.

Vivi waltzed into a tavern with the name “The Jolly Jester” or something equally stupid emblazoned above the door. She took a seat at the bar and ordered some rose wine. After a few glasses, she felt an itch to witness a bar fight or start one, but she had a reputation to uphold. Vivi let out a sigh and tapped her finger against her glass. She was not looking forward to venturing back to Bleeding Heart tomorrow.