Upon spotting Bane, Conversations dropped mid sentence. Glasses were set down without being raised to lips. A couple near the window turned toward the entrance and then very deliberately turned back, the way people do when they've decided that what they saw was not something they should appear to be watching.
Bane Reign had not bothered hiding his arrival.
He had, in fact, teleported directly into the restaurant's vicinity, a fact that would have sent ripples through the enhanced senses of half the patrons before he'd taken a single step through the door.
In Velmora, where Awakened of varying ranks moved through public space daily, the casual exercise of that level of ability in a civilian setting was the equivalent of a declaration. Not aggressive. Not threatening. Simply honest. He was who he was, and he had never seen the value in pretending otherwise.
