The man sits in a booth at the back like a king on a throne, and his assistant sees me coming. I’ve always assumed he’s an assistant anyway. Bodyguard to a dragon would prove to be a boring job. He makes a gesture indicating the king will see me now. I don’t know why Kalos comes here. He looks bored in his expensive suit. He has a human appearance tonight, save for the talon-tipped fingers that tap against a glass. His gold eyes are similar to Jasper’s, but lack the warmth.
