Rey, Zaria and Tilia were currently seated around a round table in a private room in The Tempest, proudly proclaimed by Tilia as the foremost restaurant in Sylla. Rey could see why she said so – entrance was ridiculously exclusive, and they had almost been disgraced when they entered until the manager had caught sight of Tilia. He let them in begrudgingly and Rey hadn’t magically acquired mastery of the Storne language, but she was willing to bet her life that the words the manager muttered under his breath had to something to do with riffraff and other words for ‘unwanted’ elements. As they passed by the manager Zaria had stepped on his foot by accident, apologizing profusely when she realized but Rey knew it was on purpose. Tilia just smiled and led them up the stairs to the first floor
