<div class="floatleft">(http://orig09.deviantart.net/eed9/f/2017/185/3/a/chariss01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59u2.jpg)(http://orig08.deviantart.net/3fea/f/2017/185/3/5/lyari01_by_ravagedgirl-dbf59tn.jpg)</div>The tiniest, almost imperceptible, twitch of one of Lyari's pointed ears made her eyes dart up to the front door.  She began a slow smile that snaked its way from the center of her full lips to the outer recesses of her fair cheeks.  The elven girl sat up, her bountiful chest unable to be anything but impressively pronounced.  She awaited for what appeared to be a very timid, or at least trepidatious, young knight to make a greeting.<br/><br/>The woman was suddenly reminded of her bartender's situation with the sound of a tiny sawing of logs next to her.  She turned to Chariss, trying not to subtly wake her with a nudge.  Unfortunately subtlety isn't something dwarfs are known for.<br/><br/>The short redhead popped her head up just as the paladin said hello.  Chariss replied in a loud, surprised tone.  "FISH BOWLS!"  She stood there, blinking in front of the newcomer and a very embarrassed boss lady.<br/><br/>Lyari removed her palm from it's reactive position against her face and smiled again.  She stood up from where she was leaning against the bar and gave a polite bow.  "Welcome, traveler. I am Lyari, and this short fistful of fire is Chariss. What can we get you this good, fine day?"<br/><br/>