Xeron stood from his seat, tea in one hand and the newspaper under his arm. This person clearly had no idea who he was, and or was just crazy, either way he was about to find out. He carefully moved past a few people, all of who ducked from him and placed his cup and paper neatly on the table which Zakuro sat.

“Hi there, I am Xeron na’Itania, Page to the Demon King of the 9th Realm.” He said formally, bowing slightly as he did so.