Cyran POV
Shifter pubs were as loud and raucous as pubs everywhere, and more so. Keeping his hood low over his eyes, Cyran huddled in a booth in the corner of the dim pub in one of the villages close to Red Crescent City. His master slurped hearty bone broth beside him. Whenever he could get it, Master Hades ate hearty, nourishing bone broth. He seemed obsessed with it.
“You should eat something,” Master Hades said between noisy slurps of his broth.
Cyran rested his chin on his arms. “Not hungry," he mumbled.
Master Hades waved the barmaid over. “An extra large bowl of bone broth for my student.”
The barmaid nodded and went off to get their order.