Silax adjusted his velvet cloak as he stepped through the ornate doors of the high-class restaurant. The first thing he noticed was the smell of the place. The air was thick with the aroma of exotic spices.
He scanned the the high-ceilinged interior of the restaurant, his eyes searching for Ail'wi and Naelo. The air hummed with the soft murmur of conversation and the clinking of silverware.
A maitre d', a portly human with his hair slicked back and smile as crisp as his starched white jacket, approached him.
"Ah, Master Silax, your table is ready."
He gestured towards a secluded corner, bathed in the soft glow of a hanging lantern. The table was adorned with a single, elegant white rose. Silax thanked him and settled into his plush chair.
A few minutes after he took his seat, the door double doors swung open, and a radiant pair entered.
