Lyra<br/><br/>She entered the tavern with a bright smile on her face. Lyra seemed friendly and curious...perhaps even sweet, but her mind was silently taking inventory of the various people inside. That one dwarf seemed full of spite; angry and cruel, even. Lyra saw the way one of the human males looked the halfling waitress up and down, his eyes full of perverse, lecherous thoughts. Would he be the kind of man who would press his size and strength against her if she were unwilling and without the aid of others? Her mind was always looking, always analyzing for the bad crops. Right now, before they went off on this 'adventure,' Lyra wanted nothing more than to find one weedy stalk to nip out and extinguish. But she wouldn't act rashly.<br/><br/>"Well hello there," she greeted one of the halflings as they approached to seat them. Her voice was full of giggles. "My name's Lyra, and my friends and I would love a nice big table with lots of good food to eat...and plenty of drink! You can't forget that, now can you?" She beamed at the halfling. "Have you got a table like that for us?"