Kyle noticed that after the elderly elf emphatically placed his glass on the table, many eyes turned towards him. He quickly scanned the area and casually chose an unoccupied chair at a table where some elves and two demi-humans were seated across from the elderly elf's table.
The elves and demi-humans were surprised when Kyle suddenly joined them and gazed at him with wary expressions. However, they relaxed when they detected his rank since he was practically flaunting it for everyone to sense.
They were about to ask him to leave their table, but before they could, Kyle cleared his throat and skillfully adjusted his hoodie to reveal his face a bit, then looked over at the elven woman seated nearest to him.
"Pardon me, miss, may I join you here?"