The bar was busier than usual that afternoon, with voices overlapping and the smell of roasted meat and spicy beer filling the air. Kael was sitting at a table in the darkest corner of the room, with a steaming plate in front of him. Despite the commotion around him, his attention was fixed on the woman sitting across the table: Sazhara.
She ate calmly, cutting pieces of meat with an almost noble elegance, although her red eyes and the faint arcane glow beneath her skin made it clear that nobility was not exactly the right word. The dark dress she wore now seemed more discreet than usual, perhaps out of respect for the environment—or perhaps because she simply didn't care enough to impress anyone there.
Kael took a piece of bread and dipped it into the sauce without much ceremony, then asked, in his usual bored tone:
"About earlier... why were you attacking the elves?"
