Children
The young woman waves at a passing waiter, just like what one would do in a tavern. Except that a tavern is usually populated by rowdy drunkards, much less clean, and smelling strongly of ale. Males would not be tavern waiters, too. Neither would the waiters be so cleanly and tidily clad in a uniform. And, to date, I am yet to find a waiter in a common public eatery who is so composed as this one and his fellows are, even cultured, in addition to their friendly persona. These even write so effortlessly on slips of paper clipped to a small board!
This is so… intriguing.
My attention wanders once the meal orders have been passed to the waiter. – I hope I did it safely by choosing “oolong tea” for my drink, since I found neither ale nor mead in the drink lists. But that thought does not stay for long.
A group of Midgardians has just trooped in from outside, and there is somebody who is of my height in it.
Only, judging from his looks, behaviour and treatment by the tall ones, he is yet a child.
And the waiter, like the shopkeeper before, treated me similarly….