LUNETH
We stepped into the restaurant, and we were led to the table that Drexon had reserved. It was near a window but open enough for people to see when they walked in. Drexon helps me to pull out my seat, and I slide in, murmuring a thank you to him before he goes over to sit in front of me.
The waiter came over, dropped the menu in front of us, and left us to make our choice. "You can order what you want," I say, dropping the menu on the table. I have always hated being in charge of the menu when I was still trying to figure out what half of the names even meant.
"Okay," he said without asking me any questions. He scans the menu, and I look around. I wonder who among the people sitting there were reporters and who among them were Maljore's people. Drexon tapped the bell on th
