Amari ordered a lot of food almost as soon as he got there. He just told the waiter to bring everything that sounded good to him. Might have seemed like a dumb decision but he really needed these kinds of dumb decisions once in a while.
While he waited for his meal, he looked towards the rest of the third floor to assess its regulars. They were a strange mixture of weak merchants and strong-looking individuals.
His eyes settled on a dwarven man first. He still had the same short, stocky features as the others, but there was a bit of eloquence to his demeanour that reminded Amari of Edward performing his best 'stuck-up' impression.
The dwarf was surrounded by a few large men who guarded him tightly. He stopped staring when one shot him a dirty look.
'Onto the next person,'
