One-eyed half orc? That sounded interesting - Mialla made a mental note not to stare, but if she could get a chance... that sounded like a story to her. She was happy to help with setting the tables, and any other thing the maid might need assistance with; if that meant she could be shown her home for the next few months a little early and get her belongings out of the kitchen and out of the way, so much the better. Mialla was talkative enough, chatting as she worked, as much about her travels as she was trying to learn about the keep and the people it housed; she eventually settled down in the kitchen to wait - though if she could manage, she picked a spot that allowed her to watch the people come and go.