The door opens and a pasty, rotund dwarf dressed as a chef puffs into the room "Damn long-legged Lupic. Thrice be damned Semabin, always running off and leaving me on my own. And just how often did I cook them dinner on our last quest? And how often did Geoth heal their wounds? Ungrateful wretches" the fat dwarf rumbles as he rolls towards the bar "An ale, a chicken, some soup and bread and, ahhhh, some wine please barkeep" he says "Kyle is back and his appetite is worked up"