Sighing, Kael ran a hand through his hair and cast one last glance at the tent before turning away.
There was no point in lingering any longer. He was on a tight leash now, and the mission ahead demanded focus. No matter how deep the questions burned in his mind, this wasn't the time to chase shadows.
He made his way through the bustling streets and finally reached Gulliver's Restaurant, a refined and subtly elegant building nestled along a quieter side of the royal district.
Its exterior was lined with dark wooden beams and soft golden lanterns, casting a warm glow over the polished glass windows. Inside, the lighting was mellow and inviting, with smooth music drifting through the air, and the scent of roasted herbs and buttery meat lingering like a soft whisper.
As Kael stepped through the front doors, a well-dressed waiter approached him with a slight bow.
"Are you perhaps Mr. Ael?" the man asked politely.
"Yes," Kael replied with a curious nod.
