Seated in a remote location away from the latrine and the kitchen, a silence I more than welcome enveloped us. Our seats were relatively prime, giving us a perfect vantage of the entire restaurant. I could see who entered and who left with excessive ease, as well as those who entered the kitchen.
Nevertheless, despite our exceptional seats, the number of people in this restaurant was odd, as there were none. No one was here despite us. Could it be the food? Or are we just early?
"A bottle of wine, Yalva, and where are your staff?" Eryth asked, surveying the empty restaurant, noting that not even the staff was there.
"There's still two hours before we open. I had thought you were the inspector when you stepped in. Our chefs are still prepping for the night." Said the maître d', lifting his lips, "But never you mind about time. I owe your father my life. And then some. I'll bring wine; you two sit and talk. I'll be back."
