Chapter 1017 - Dragon Scale Ink

The restaurant Scathach chose was in a quieter part of Asgard, away from the main market and far enough from the large avenues that the noise of the city reached them only as a murmur. It was not particularly luxurious, but the food was good, the tables had plenty of space between them, and no one seemed inclined to interrupt the two of them after recognizing Strax. They had managed to get a table near a window, from where they could watch part of the streets illuminated by magical crystals as the night went on. Scathach was still wearing the small hair clip Strax had placed in her hair earlier, now properly adjusted by her, while the enormous tiger plush sat in an empty chair beside them like an extremely inconvenient third person at the table.