Alyth heard Chris' call and washed her hands, coming from the kitchen still drying them on her apron. Her eyes met Chris' with a smile and she nudged him as she came close to him behind the counter. 'Ah another newcomer.' Her smile spread as he sat at the bar, looking a little worn to her.<br/><br/>She approached, "I'm Alyth the uh, boss, of this establishment. Welcome to the Witch's Mound, Mr.?" Her hazel eyes were merry, her hair pulled back into a braid to keep the brown locks from her face and the food. She gave a slight tilt to her head with the inquiry, giving an almost puppyish look to follow the question on her lips.