Chapter Forty-Six
Mirashael and Leahät
As rain beat down on the convoluted streets of Crafters, a steady stream of lunchtime patrons streamed into the warmth of Mirashael’s café to seat themselves on tastefully upgraded furniture. The look was still rustic, but much cleaner, and the decrepit divans that had once lurked in the shadows at the back had been replaced with a series of cozy and quite private nooks.
From behind the counter, Leahät paused halfway through receiving payment from one of their regulars and directed new serving staff to a table that had been missed.
Mirashael hurried past in a burst of tropical color with several bowls of steaming omosa held high on a tray. Although they had other employees now, she could not convince him to stop personally serving his guests whene
