The moment Micah stepped into the elegant halls of the Royal Dragon Pavilion, a familiar warmth and quiet sense of ease wrapped around him like a well-tailored cloak. The establishment, known not only for its refined cuisine but also for its impeccable service, had long since become a place where he was not merely a guest, but someone they remembered.
The attendants stationed near the entrance recognised him almost immediately. Their posture straightened ever so slightly, and their expressions softened with polite familiarity as they greeted him with respectful nods. Without requiring any explanation, they understood his preferences and intentions.
"Welcome back, young master," one of them said gently, gesturing with an open palm. "Please, this way."
