Approaching the light, as he had done for years on end, A'shinok looked to the cafe as if he'd found his home. It had been years since he had been to this part of the world, and would probably be years until he was back. The swamp shamans here taught him of their gods, and the way they listened through ritual dance. A dance he would much prefer never preforming again had he lived in a perfect world. The ground seemed to evacuate under his heavy feet, weighed down by his pristine-from-the-waist-up white and grey armor he insisted on wearing when visiting a church. It was a reminder of his past, and the activities he partook in against most gods writings.

Approaching the camel dragon tied up outside the cafe, he put his face upon it's. He felt a fraternal connection to the beast, sharing the draconic bloodline. He could tell it was comfortable with the gesture as it breathed a deal slower. "If only you could speak, as I do. The stories we could share. May the gods of this land show you their warmth, despite the dancing ability we both may lack." He put his hand to it's head and let out a hot steam like breath. and closed his eyes for a moment, saying a silent prayer to the swampland shaman's gods. "I must go see your partner. She's been waiting for me." He pat the side of it's head and walked to the door, ducking under it and into the light.

There sat Kettle and a feast. Strangely, there were few other patrons in the cafe, but food to host a small caravan for a night. He approached kettle and dropped to one knee, still looking down at her. The whole building shook a bit as he dropped to the ground. "My lady Kettle, the gods have chosen us to meet again, but not on as clean terms as I'd wished." He bowed his head as his deep and thunderous voice filled the room. He was overwhelmed on his first inhale by the smell of all of the tea and foods laid out. He looked and stood up. "May I ask what this discovery of yours was? I'd suggest we speak quietly, as I saw several other travelers headed here as well, and I remember you mentioning to keep this mission of ours a secret." He walked over to a tea kettle and grabbed a glass. "May I?" he asked.