Old Friends

Four steaks and about three cups of mashed potatoes later Damon entered the kitchen. Landon noticed the amused look upon Damon's face. He knew it was directed at him and the pile of plates beside him. Damon leaned across the breakfast bar opposite him. Prepared to give him the information he needed. Swallowing his last bite of steak, humming happily as the taste of raw meat filled his taste buds he turned his attention to the demon before him.

“Milord, your limousine will be here shortly, this is one form of transportation in this realm that has changed since you last awoke.” Landon hummed his acknowledgment.

“It will bring you to a high end bar downtown. That is attached to one of the local hotels. Many businessmen go there to meet. Arlo will meet you there. 

Nodding his head in confirmation that he heard Damon, Landon rose from his place at the breakfast bar, a servant grabbed his dishes to be cleaned right away while he strode out the front door of the mansion. A long black motorised carriage was in the drive of the court yard. He assumed this is what a limousine was. 

Looking at the vibrant green eyes of his driver, he took a whiff to identify what demon his driver was. As his scent reached his nose he clearly knew that his driver was an imp demon. That would explain the green eyes and sharp nose of his driver. The Imp opened the door for him to get in, with more grace than humanly possible he took his seat in the back. The black leather seating was comfortable, the bar lined with many glasses and alcohol options. The ceiling lit with lighting much like his new home. Times have changed alot since his last appearance.

The sound of the front left door opening and clicking closed signaled his driver was now in the limousine. He heard a click of some sort before the motorised carriage began to move. Soon he was driving out the gate and  down the barron roads to his destination. Knowing his driver would hear him even through the screen Landon asked for the imps name.

“My name is Jaris Milord.” Landon nodded his head, that would be easy to remember. If this would be his new driver from today on then he better get to know the demon. 

“Thank you for driving Jaris, I expect you to do your job well and you will stay under my protection.” He watched the Imps shoulders relax a little through the black glass screen.

“Of course, thank you Milord.” Landon felt the car slow as noise levels outside picked up. He could hear more cars and smell a lot more humans. Jaris soon came to a stop, the sound of the engine going quiet, giving his sensitive hearing a break. The clicking of the door opening and the footfalls of his drivers feet coming to his door. His door opened with the same noise as the others. His ears picked up a lot of chatter and more of this transportation around him. 

Golden eyes looked up at the sign that read Rose and Crown. Gracefully he nodded his thanks to Jaris before turning to enter the building. Upon walking through the doors he was bombarded with many different scents; cooked and raw meats, vegetables, decaying humans, different alcohols and then jasmine. Eyes widening momentarily his wild gold gaze sought out the source of that particular scent. To his surprise over by a table of humans stood Lana, she was dressed in a white button up blouse with black slacks and a tie. She was currently taking orders from a couple of patrons, now, what were the odds of meeting her here. 

Lips curving in a smirk he took his eyes away from Lana as a human male approached him with a smile. Dropping his smile, his gaze turned sharp and cold. He gave the man his attention, every once in a while looking at Lana.

“Do you have a reservation sir?” The human male was short; he had glasses and looked to be dressed neatly, much like the outfit Lana was wearing. Pushing his aura a bit he felt the human grow wary. Good, he should fear him.

“Landon.” That was all he would say, he felt the man let out a sigh of relief before ushering him to follow for a table. The table was in a back corner of the tavern. He sat down and the man placed a plastic covered paper before him.

“Your waitress will be with you in a moment, when your other party comes I will bring them to you.” Nodding his head in approval the fearful man scurried off. He looked over the plastic paper he was handed and realised it was a menu of food items. Seeing lobster and steak he was set for the evening. 

He was not seated long before Arlo was placed across him, the human looked more fearful than he had with himself, he could not help but smile at this, his bright snowy fangs glistening in the light. The man practically ran from the two gentlemen.

Arlo was part of the Dragon warriors, these are dragons who can take the form of humans, only the strongest of the dragon kin can take this form, these were the dragons they had to worry about. Arlo himself had tan skin, much darker than Landon’s, Landons looked more sunkissed then out in the sun for months. Arlo had deep hazel eyes that were a vibrant forest green on the outer rim but lightened to a gold in the center. His hair was a rich mocha brown, he was broader than Landon but stood about the same height. His muscles stood out even through his dress clothing, though he was sure it was not easy finding clothing who fit someone of his stature. Being a dragon, Arlo’s markings were of scales on his shoulders, and a dragon across his back. Not that either were visible at the moment. What he did see was those vibrant eyes and that crooked smile. Oh how Landon had missed his dear friend.