Cassian, in an impressive display of confidence with no basis in reality, insisted he knew the best place to eat.
Lindarion and Luneth followed with a mix of reluctance and morbid curiosity.
—
The place Cassian led them to?
A small, hidden tavern nestled between two older buildings, its wooden sign swaying slightly in the breeze.
Lindarion narrowed his eyes at the faded lettering. "Cassian."
Cassian beamed. "Yes?"
"This place looks abandoned."
"Nah, it's fine." Cassian pushed the door open without hesitation.
The lack of immediate catastrophe was somehow more concerning.
—
The inside was unexpectedly warm.
Dim lighting cast a soft glow over wooden tables and hanging lanterns. There weren't many customers, but those present were quietly enjoying their meals, lost in conversation.
Lindarion scanned the place for visible health hazards and, upon finding none, reluctantly sat down.
Luneth, who had been silent the entire time, finally spoke. "This is… different."
