After a long walk through the twilight streets of Veythral, Cassian and Cordelia entered the Cold Apple Tavern.
Inside, as always, was filled with the after work noise, the smell of food, and cheerful laughter.
Rod, Kael, and Eric were already seated at their usual corner table.
All three turned their gazes to them as Cassian entered, his hand held tightly by Cordelia, who was scanning her surroundings with curious but equally nervous eyes.
When Kael saw this sight, he grumbled as if to say, "Here we go again," and buried his head in the table.
Cassian, ignoring this reaction, approached their table and sat down, seating Cordelia beside him.
"Good evening," he started the conversation. Eric and Rod greeted Cassian in a friendly manner. Kael, however, muttered under his breath, thinking no one could hear, "You lucky bastard..."
"Did you say something, Kael?" Cassian asked, taking an apple slice from the fruit basket on the table. His voice was innocent, but his gaze was sharp.
