As Li and Azhar made their way into the restaurant, Li nodded in appreciation at how vastly more upscale it was than a tavern. He had only ever been inside the Golden Flagon which was considered a well furnished tavern for adventurers, but this oozed a sense of wealth and class that made it clear that sword and staff slinging fighters that dirtied themselves with blood and sweat did not belong.
The floors were comprised entirely of polished, decorated marble and scented cedar wood. A lush and exotic carpet lined with long, iridescent furs from a Killermeleon furled out into a path that led up to a receiving counter where, presumably, an attendant would ascertain reservations and likely take coats or bags to a sealed wardrobe nearby.
