One person in particular caught his attention. A young man, dark haired with dark brows furrowed over dark eyes was watching the kitchen doors where Bleri had gone. He stood in an easy stance, balanced on the balls of his feet, as if expecting a fight. To a trained eye, the slight bulge in his trouser legs ((plural? a knife in each pant leg?)) as the ((??)) smoothed over his boots showed a knife was hidden there.
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He watched Besi casually, letting his eyes roam around the room. His gaze gathered in the entire cafe, with its smooth cream-colored walls decorated with poster ((singular?)) and paintings....
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*gasp* Things are moving now!!! *tries not to panic*