"My name is Gabriel," said the gentle-looking man with blonde hair.
He leveled his gaze at Kael's, watching for a reaction, then returned to munching on the neck of the bloody flesh he had in his hand.
It didn't matter how hard he dug his mouth into the bloody mess, his mouth and beard remained spotless.
"King of the Uriel Clan," Gabriel added amidst his chewing.
Kael nodded, keeping that name in his mind.
So Daniella and Gabriel were from the same clan? That was good to know.
"And to your left…" Gabriel turned to the tattered man on Kael's left.
The table was large and the distance between all six seats was not small. But Kael felt like this man in a tattered suit was sitting directly beside him.
The sensation reminded him of those people who had no sense of personal space.
"That's Jordan, King of the De'Ville Clan, and also the current and long-standing chairperson for the lions at the Council of Ancient Felines."
