"Here are your hellish bull meat buns and cold ying berry drink." With a very cordial and warm gesture, the waitress dressed in something similar to a yukata and served the food that Desmond had ordered on the table.
"Thank you." Desmond's response was brief. With his mind elsewhere, he didn't have the energy to socialize with anyone, but he was still smart enough to show a small gesture that would keep the waitress happy and away from him. "That would be all, thank you very much." He said as he put some spirit stones on the table as a tip.
The waitress's eyes sparkled with joy at the sight of the spiritual stones, but she didn't say anything, having already grasped that what Desmond wanted was peace and silence, she did the wisest thing to do and walk away without saying a word.
Averting his gaze from the waitress, Desmond turned his attention across to the pavilion-like residence where the people of the Immortal Tiger Sect were staying.
