Contrary to Silas's expectations, few people paid them any attention. A handful, especially those seated near the door, glanced at them before returning to their own business. Silas let his eyes roam the room, trying to discern if he recognized anyone among the crowd, but he saw no familiar faces.
The place reminded him of a cozy bar he usually saw in movies. The walls of the cave were covered in tapestries, their designs resembling tribal tattoos. The floor wasn't bare; instead, it was covered in tiles of alternating colors—black, maroon, and navy blue. Wooden round tables were scattered around the room, each with four chairs. Glass lamps hung from the high ceiling, with a large chandelier at the center, giving the impression of a large sun surrounded by small, revolving stars.
"Follow me," the old man said.
