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[Color=teal]Neurotic cook. Reckless knife fighter. Paranoid merchant.[/color][/center]
"Order up!" a young girl calls out, sliding the most recent dish across the half-wall separating the kitchen from the bar. An simple, yet exquisite dish, citrus salmon with a hint of mint. The portions were large enough for the average, working man, and worth every beri.

"Hey Nyxie, how long ya here for this time?" one of the waitresses inquires as she leans on the half-wall, chewing a piece of gum quite noisily.

"Hmm?" Nyx turns her good ear towards her co-worker, tearing her gaze from the skillet. "Didn't quite catch that, May baby."

"I says, when are ya leavin' us? You been in port almos' a week, usually ya not here that damn long."

"Well, we had a casualty to the ship on our way in, hit a rock or some such. Big ole hole, should be patched in a month or so." the young chef grabs a plate, neatly scooping the sauteed meat onto it and arranging a few slices of lime around the pork as garnish.

"You poor dear, I know how much you hate being stuck with us landlubbers and all.." the girl takes the dish, hips swaying as she walks away to deliver it. She soon comes back, shaking her head, still holding the food. "Nyxie, some young, neurotic brats are tearing up the place again. Not even drunk by the smells of 'em. You know you're the only one of us that can really defend herself.. Help us out, yeah?"

Nyx pauses in her prepping, smiling to herself. "It's been much too long since I've smelled blood.." then, to her friend, "I'll be out in just a moment, dear. Can you try to limit the damage in the meantime?" Nyx sets her prep work aside, wiping her hands on a nearby dishrag and turning off the stove. She makes her way to the bar, weaving around tables to see the cause of the commotion. She spots one of their newest workers rooted to the spot, with two dishes in her hands. Nyx gently plucks the pork and salmon orders yet to be delivered from her hands, approaching two men that seemed to be getting riled up by another duo across the room. "Excuse me, gentlemen.. Did you order the ginger pork tenderloin, with a side of salad? And triple citrus glazed salmon with fries?"