Loki was solely focused on the conversation with the service staff. Once he confirmed the booking, the god waved the other three over. "Our room is ready for us. K'tz'shiao is going to show us to it," he said and the Scuv who was a good head taller than the god bowed to the three.
"I am glad to be of service," the Scuv said in his native tongue. They were harsh and sharp noises. With that he turned around and let them inside. The foyer was huge and rich. It was kept in warm and light colours. Kalifa natives were standing at the bar to their right or waiting on small tables for their own chance to be seated at the restaurant. It was almost impossible to get a table when you did not book way ahead of time and most would only ever stay at the bar this night.
K'tz'shiao led them past the waiting guests and up a staircase that curved along the wall of the back of the building. The Scuv stopped at a closed room and then opened the door for them to let them in. It was a private dining room, large in its proportions with a table set in its center. The glass window was eye catching. It span from wall to wall and revealed a breath-taking look onto the valley underneath them. It was a narrow lake, the end of a sound, stretching away from the restaurant. To its left and right jungle hills rose from the water, shimmering in the moon light.