@crazyprocessedsynth
Two things had drawn Adolin there: the delicious aroma and the people chatting. It was morning, he had already exercised, and that kind of establishment seemed to be the most popular among people, at least at that hour.
Entering, he paused for a while near the counter, looking at what appeared to be a list of things offered there. Adolin Kholin had no idea what a café was. And so, he turned to a person near him—actually, what seemed to be a person in a weird armor, or perhaps some Highspren of sorts—asking with the utmost naturalness.
"What's this delicious smell, do you happen to know?"















