-Prysage, Boundary Sea-
"Wait what?" Reqiel said, losing track of his previous train of thought at Andras' words. He was still holding on to his sleeve, whiplashed at this sudden change of topic.
A person loudly clearing his throat stole his attention instead, and he turned to see a brown-uniformed server waiting patiently for them to make an order.
Reqiel colored up, wondering how long the man stood there watching them bicker like an old married couple. He let go of Andras' sleeve and straightened up, his regal bearing returning despite himself.
As the server walked off after taking their request, Reqiel swept a look around the hall to find everyone suspiciously occupied with their meal. He sighed tiredly, for someone who had come from opulence, he rather preferred streetside taverns and shacks to this expensive place.
"What was that about a different spring, Andras?" He turned to the other.
