a little wolfishly at the soldiers.
-If you want to make time to do anything today, I suggest you pack into the carriage.- Vi said, jumping onto the trestle. No one was going to argue with him so the friends got into the vehicle and the soldiers jumped into their positions.
Draco sat down more comfortably watching the establishment fill up. They were lucky to find a free table at Arcady's at such a late hour. It seemed that they had barely sat down and the place was crowded with people and non-humans. As it turned out, Soeren's most popular venue showed that multiracialism was not at all the domain of Dagos. Additionally, it seemed that young people from all over the city could be found here. Not far from the door sat a group of young boys, who could have been as old as the dragon, dressed in linen shirts and trousers with the trousers rolled up. It was apparent that they were not intimidated by work and were used to using their bodies. They seemed to be porters in the harbour or deck boys. At a neighbouring table, a group of young people of varying ages, who already at first glance came from well-to-do homes, were laughing. Even further away were the students of the Atlantic Academy, who despite the summer break were still wearing their snow-white coats. Still further on, there was a quiet, but heated, argument between types from under the dark star. Probably two younger boys, ten years old at the most, had to listen to a sermon on an important topic. Meanwhile, right next to them, without paying any attention to anything, young girls were happily chattering away, fanning themselves fiercely with fans with feathers of various colours. As Ari had managed to whisper to the dragon, the girls were pupils of Madame deTelure's Academy for Maidens, which meant that they had no significant magical abilities, but came from good homes. Anyway, the elf had quite a bit to say about the café's customers and was eager to share his thoughts on the subject
