The proprietors, an elf and a troll both of uncertain descent, regard Harper's approach with the kind of apprehension most people would give an approaching group of Red Samurai with weapons out. The reason why is pretty obvious. The statuettes seem to have the almost magical property of becoming even more repulsive in numbers.<br/><br/>With how many there are in the wings or nestled in booths... the place could probably send a dragon running for an appointment with the Porcelain Goddess if it had to stay too long.<br/><br/>"J-just put it a-anywhere." Needless to say, there's a distinct tone of 'where did we go wrong' in the troll's voice. Probably the elf's too.