A keen set of ears heard the bell hanging over the door, and a disembodied voice replied to the bell's jingle, as if on cue, "Hello, boys, welcome to the Salted Chicken! What can I do you for?" A short blonde broad with green eyes like emerald gems and a honeyed tone like a mother's called at the crew as she trod over with a skip in her step. The waitress, Lyria Blutwald, was a Dorthan, and although she lacked the horns, her height certainly implied Thantori ancestry, being only four feet and eleven inches tall. One could assume from her appearance though that she had at least 20 years on her body. A small scratch pad and a pen were in her hands, ready to take orders.