The bell above the door jingled lazily as a few weary travelers stepped inside the Boar Hat, shaking off their cloaks and dusting off their boots. The tavern’s interior was dimly lit and smelled faintly of ale, charred meat, and… something suspiciously overcooked.
Meliodas leaned casually over the bar, bright green eyes gleaming with a cheerful energy that didn’t quite match the quality of the establishment's cuisine. With his sleeves rolled up and a smudge of something unidentifiable on his cheek, he grabbed two cracked plates and walked around the counter.
“Welcome to the Boar Hat!” he said, striding toward the table with a grin. “Today’s special is… uh, let’s just call it ‘Boar Hat Mystery Stew.’ Guaranteed to burn a hole through anything except your stomach!.”
