"Good evening, are you two or are you waiting for someone?" The waitress's voice, kind and professional, greeted the two boys. They had waited about ten minutes before entering.
"Do you have a private table?" Rick asked. He wanted to relax like the last time, eating and drinking without issues.
"I am sorry, but those tables are all occupied," the waitress replied, lowering her head in apology.
Rick shook his head. "No problem then. Any table will do."
The waitress smiled. "Perfect, this way."
The two followed the woman in silence, looking around. The tables were filled with people of all ages. "Hey, look there! He is wearing a robe with silver veins! A Silver Mage, incredible!"
Rick had never seen a Silver Mage up close, only fleetingly from a distance. They did not frequent the same areas as Bronze Mages like them, after all.
