Aurora leads him into the parlor with a small grin. They are led to a booth by a window that reveals the setting sun. The waitress, a kelpie, hands them their menus. “Water, please, and thank you,” Aurora peers at the waitress’s name tag, “Shelby.”

“Don’t ask me, I just follow the orders,” Caitrian replies monotonously, her face neutral, then she proceeds to examine the pack house.