Renzille and Kreios walked passed through the doors of the restaurant, their footsteps echoing softly on the polished floor.
The restaurant staff were stationed along the walls and nodded in acknowledgment as they observed Renzille and her companies, their gazes flickering between their faces.
Renzille's gaze remained steady, her composure unruffled as she took in the surroundings while Kreios seemed like he was calm, but one could tell that he was quite anxious by the way his gaze darted nervously around the lobby.
One of the restaurant staff bowed before Renzille. "Lady Thillion, allow me to escort you to your table."
Renzille nodded and right after, the staff escorted them to a cozy corner, tucked away discreetly from the rest of the restaurant's patrons— the table, situated against a window, provided a clear view of the busy street outside.
The location of their table offered some semblance of privacy, shielded from prying eyes of the people who glanced their way
