"You have quite a sharp tongue," he admonished, his voice tinged with a mix of disbelief and admonishment. "It's not wise to show such disrespect in a city that thrives on civility and hierarchy. You may see yourself as entitled to enjoy our prosperous, immortal city, but remember, you are but a visitor here. Choose your words more carefully and perhaps adopt the humility befitting someone in your position."
Clark, seemingly unfazed by the young man's reproach, continued perusing the menu with a calm demeanor.
"…" He acknowledged the words with a casual nod, a gesture that only seemed to fuel the young man's irritation further. For Clark, the allure of the Eternal Feast Menu beckoned with promises of culinary delights that transcended social niceties and the petty intrigues of city life.
Unperturbed by the unfolding tension, the other patrons observed the exchange with subtle interest, their curiosity piqued by the clash of personalities unfolding before them.
