Ayra turned to her brother, attempting to whisper to him despite the fact that they were separated from the other group by nothing but the width of a finger. It was quite likely that they would be heard by the person sitting closest to them.
Still, Ayra whispered, "Do you think they're the ones that killed them?"
Cillian shifted slightly away from her, already at the edge. He gave her a look before shaking his head. He was careful to ensure that they did not in any way appear as the people they were assumed to be. He hoped that Ayra understood what he meant by his actions, and seeing her response—maintaining a distance between them, then turning back to the others—Cillian took it as her understanding.
There was a round table with six chairs. Cillian and Ayra sat with a seat between them, while Freya and Mordeu sat directly across from them, with no empty seat in between.
"Hello, welcome to Raven Shackle, what can I get you?"
