Sargeras gave a nod, a little surprised himself. All these years, he had been rejected by many human-owned restaurants, and those that had let him in had put him in a designated area, making him feel like an outsider.
He hadn't expected that this skinny human was not afraid of him. His letting him sit wherever he wanted made him feel respected for the first time. He took a look around and seated himself at the corner near the door. No one had sat there before.
He hadn't had any breakfast, and the tantalizing meat aroma made him even hungrier. He pointed at the roujiamo in one customer's hands as he looked at Mag. "Owner, I'd like one of those." His voice was hoarse and dry as if he hadn't drunk any water in a long time.
Mag nodded. "Okay." He turned around and walked towards the kitchen.
