Afternoon at a Coffehouse
At least that’s what the clock on the wall says, as the minute hand moves over to to the large six. Time is a difficult thing to keep track of in the neath, but the eternal ticking of the cities’ moon-pearl clocks certainly helps.
It’s half past four at Café Kasbah, a charming little establishment on one of the streets between Veilgarden and Spite. A place like this certainly stands no chance against Caligula’s when it comes to customers, but it’s got a certain quaint charm to it.
Today the café does has a surprisingly high amount of customers, but it can’t be compared to Caligula’s stuffed locale.
Pushing and shoving. Money, secrets and ideas changing hands. The occasional spilled cup of coffee or dropped echo.
The enviroment could certainly be described as a bit chaotic, but a few quiet corners remain releatively unoccupied. The young Zee-Captain Sarrazine Leavitt has snatched a seat at an empty table next to the café’s windows.
She absentmindedly sips from a cup of coffee while gazing out at the street.
