"And a good morning to you as well," a smile shone through. "I trust you slept well?"
He lifted a menu from the table, passing it to her. "Go for anything. Heard they're going to open the bar in about half a bell. Plenty of time, wouldn’t you say?â€
The cafe was simple. A few wooden tables and chairs scattered around the stony floor. Most everything was the same tan color as the rest of the city. But it was more peaceful. Quiet, even, at times. Franz had enjoyed this particular cafe as a meeting place for exactly that reason. If they wanted to drink themselves into a stupor, the bar had plenty of options. And their food was quite good as well.
Franz had mostly sauntered over after cleaning himself up from a morning workout. Something about jogging around the city at the fifth bell of the day was calming. All that was there were him and sand. He didn’t need to worry about anything else. And after all was said and done, the baths at the inn were relaxing. He could take his time to clean himself up and properly braid his hair. After all, if he could not pass as a Highlander, one might try to suspect where he actually came from. The half-bell ordeal was a comparable trade.
It was perhaps the ninth morning bell when a server walked over to ask their order. A young girl. Tanned skin. Midlander. She was probably working to save some money for something. Every person in the city seemed to be obsessed with money, as far as Franz could tell. The locals, at least.
“U-um… What’d you like?â€
Definitely new.
He lifted a menu from the table, passing it to her. "Go for anything. Heard they're going to open the bar in about half a bell. Plenty of time, wouldn’t you say?â€
The cafe was simple. A few wooden tables and chairs scattered around the stony floor. Most everything was the same tan color as the rest of the city. But it was more peaceful. Quiet, even, at times. Franz had enjoyed this particular cafe as a meeting place for exactly that reason. If they wanted to drink themselves into a stupor, the bar had plenty of options. And their food was quite good as well.
Franz had mostly sauntered over after cleaning himself up from a morning workout. Something about jogging around the city at the fifth bell of the day was calming. All that was there were him and sand. He didn’t need to worry about anything else. And after all was said and done, the baths at the inn were relaxing. He could take his time to clean himself up and properly braid his hair. After all, if he could not pass as a Highlander, one might try to suspect where he actually came from. The half-bell ordeal was a comparable trade.
It was perhaps the ninth morning bell when a server walked over to ask their order. A young girl. Tanned skin. Midlander. She was probably working to save some money for something. Every person in the city seemed to be obsessed with money, as far as Franz could tell. The locals, at least.
“U-um… What’d you like?â€
Definitely new.
