It was dark, the stars were out, you found yourself standing in front of a Tavern called My Sweet Gluttony. You’ve heard good things about it so you decide to check it out. Going inside, you’re greeted with a comforting glow from the light bulbs on the ceiling and the smell of booze. But the place was empty besides the bartender, Escanor. He was in his weak form. Hearing the door open, he turns to you and smiles. “Hey, here for a drink? We’re not closed, don’t worry. It just isn’t a busy day, night I mean.” He chuckles softly.