The guest arrived

As Nyxander stepped inside, the familiar din of a bustling eatery greeted him. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats, spiced broths, and freshly baked bread. Conversations overlapped, mingling with the clinking of cups and the occasional burst of laughter.

Yet, as they strided further in, an undeniable shift occurred. One by one, patrons turned their heads, their chatter gradually dimming to a whisper. Eyes lingered on them, expressions ranging from curiosity to mild apprehension.

Nyxander remained unfazed, his steps steady as he approached a table with five empty chairs. Behind him, Kal, Bako, and Bili followed, their movements less fluid, their heads swiveling cautiously as beads of sweat formed on their brows.

Nyxander pulled out a chair and sat down, radiating an air of absolute composure. The others quickly followed suit, though their backs remained slightly stiff, their instincts on high alert.