The cozy restaurant. They had finally arrived as the morning breeze started to pick up stronger and stronger, carrying small flocks of snow to cling onto the fabrics of those on the street, those staring at the three from the Jang family and their oddly dressed worker.
This restaurant was famously known for their special variety of bowls to create your own breakfast of your taste rather than the same mind numbing breakfast any other place would offer.
Once inside, the three were immediately offered to sit at the best place in the restaurant, one near the fireplace and a beautiful view over the never freezing pond outside with colorful fish of variant sizes.
"Would my lord wish for the peasant to sit on a separate table?" A waitress asked while giving a cold unwelcoming glare towards Iseul.
