The attendant's gaze swept past them, landing on Alonso.
He hesitated.
As an attendant at the Silver Tower, he of course recognized Alonso.
The attendant who had stood in the first-floor lobby for a year. The poor bastard from an Outer Plane who was always wearing a cheap uniform and smiling at everyone.
But now, Alonso was following behind Lady Douglas and Mr. Melfield, walking toward the elevator reserved for VIPs.
The attendant's eyes flickered.
He thought about everything that had just happened.
Then, he gave Alonso a slight nod as well.
The nod was so slight it was almost imperceptible.
Alonso looked at him and returned the slight nod.
Their eyes met for a moment before quickly darting away.
Nothing more was said.
Nothing more needed to be said.
The elevator doors slowly closed after Alonso stepped inside.
