A corner of the tavern. The shy female swordsman hid in the corner and wiped her beloved giant sword. The indifferent elf mage danced with flickering arcs. The half-human half-deer black-haired forest spirit played the melody of the forest, and the hot undead The mage twisted his waist and danced to the music with the summoned skeletons. The halfling was lying on the table, lazily using a stack of small silver coins to build blocks, a pair of shining small eyes, but in the middle of everyone's waist. Patrolling on the purse, the burly dwarf stepped on the table, held up the ale in his hand, and yelled dwarf songs that no one could understand. Under the gaze of the lightless moon, the night was peaceful and peaceful. This, is everything Where it started, this is the story of sword and sorcery.