The restaurant stood tall among the glowing streets of Velkaris, its marble walls polished to perfection, its entrance lit by enchanted lanterns. As Trafalgar and Zafira stepped inside, the warmth of string music and the murmur of noble conversation washed over them. Tables dressed in white stretched across the hall, the air heavy with the scent of roasted meats and spiced wine.
At the podium near the door, a tall elf in a crisp uniform greeted them. His emerald eyes sharpened the moment he saw their faces. Recognition flashed instantly.
"Well," the elf said, voice smooth, though carrying a trace of amusement. "If it isn't Lady Zafira du Zar'khael… and Lord Trafalgar du Morgain. Few months since the Council, was it not?"
Zafira offered a small, composed smile, accustomed to the attention. "That's right."
