Lambent Café is a quaint little eating spot located in the heart of Rauru Village. A relatively popular spot, it is regularly frequented by residents and visitors alike. Among the buildings hit during the Thirty Years’ War, the sections of the café with new brickwork contrast against the older, duller bricks of the old building. There are plenty of seats indoors, but also a patio outside, where patrons can enjoy the pleasant weather as they eat. Each table in the restaurant is lit by a flickering flame in a glass lamp, adding to the lambent ambiance of the place and earning it its name. On the menu are various teas and coffee blends from across the country, including some specialty blends unique to the café. The cafe also serves a variety of sandwiches, soups, and their house chili—a mildly spicy and heavily filling affair. Arriving at the café, Zimo greeted the waitress warmly, asking for the party to be seated at a table on the patio outside. Between the pleasant weather and festival in bloom, she had little desire to hole herself up indoors. Each of them had been given a menu, and Zimo had already placed her order: a smoked salmon sandwich and mug of salted caramel coffee—it was a festival, and she felt she deserved a slightly more expensive treat than normal. An Inquisitor’s salary was by no means meagre, but in the end it garnered more wealth of spirit than… literal wealth. “So,” Zimo began once everyone was settled in. “How’s life on the road been like? I haven’t been any further east than three leagues from Harkinian in months.” The question was openly posed to both Tiketh and Tea. She hadn’t had an out-of-region assignment for a while, and had grown a little out of touch with the happenings outside of West Hyrule Field. Things were starting to get a little stale at home, and she hoped to get out and about on some task or assignment sometime soon. Maybe she’d head to Midoro and pay a visit to her elder brother Arun. “Rauru’s been mostly same old, same old.” This time the words were more directed towards Tea, to whom the village was more familiar. “Had a demon-worshiper come into town several days ago. He might’ve passed through without being realized if not for the poe lanterns he tried selling to, get this, an undercover Inquisitor. His trial’s set for next week, so things are a little hectic.” Realizing the lack of context her words might have for Tiketh, she hastened to explain. “I’m an Inquisitor for the Order of Rauru. I suppose I never mentioned that.” She had little to no reservations about announcing her vocation so simply in her hometown. It was hardly a secret, after all, and a title she wore as a badge of honour. Besides, she had always felt that keeping an open and public face helped the general populace to understand the Inquisitors and Order of Rauru were there to help.