Leira Olren, Master of Martial Arts
Leira's ears perk up, at the mention of the chef possibly returning from death again. "Well Lady Theia, I'd be happy to break every part of our friend there. I'd doubt it'd be much of a threat with all it's bones pulverized." She cracks her knuckles. "Shall I get to work?"
Realizing Rak'tan is actually tasting some of the broth that is cooking, Leira resists the urge to retch. "That's pretty foul. I don't care if that thing tastes like the finest roast, it was made by..." She points at the chef, "Whatever he was, or is."