Alyth was busy cooking, her one true love. A smile on her face as the herbs from her private garden and the one's she had to hunt the local groves and forests for were bubbling nicely into the gravy of her Shepherd's Pie. A smile was rarely from her lips as she enjoyed the life she had created for herself.<br/><br/>Her hair was braided and netted in such a way that it looked natural. Her soft frame reminding the passerby of their mum at home in the days of their youth was covered in a lilac dress and white apron. She was swaying softly to the soft music coming from the pub, a local artist. Her hazel eyes were looking to the doorway every once in a while, wondering where James had gotten himself off to.<br/><br/>For that matter, where were all of her staff hiding. They often came back through here to inform her of orders, patrons that might catch her fancy, and mundane things like running this monster business.