>>5397661During the relatively quiet afternoon, a man with amber brown skin and unkempt hair that covered his nape and sides of his face enters the restaurant.
The human seems to be quite young, roughly 17 or so. He wears a white long sleeved shirt and loose fitting shorts that reaches his knees.
His clothes are dirty, with many spots darkened from dust or contact against something that stains the fabrics. The shirt also bears many cuts and tears.
On his side is a large bag that is nearly as long as his torso.
He orders a beef stew with extra chili.
His eyes occasionally dart at the doors, almost expecting someone to come through.
Sure enough, a few minutes after he received his stew, Zeal shows up.
The two men look at each other and give a simple nod.
Zeal orders a small bowl of noodles with chicken stock.
While the two are clearly friends, there is some distance between them from the ways they act.
After they finish eating, the young man hands Zeal several letters.
A frown can be seen on Zeal’s face as he reads through them.
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