The Storm blew through the city for most of the night and finally ended in the early hours of the next morning. Though still dark, the light of the suns began to come up over the horizon in the east. Driving the cold air from the storm down across into the city itself and exiting out of the bay.

Alyson awoke shortly after the Bronze Man's soft chanting. She made sure attire was secure and left the Lazheros to his morning meditation to Bahamut. Closing the door behind her, she headed downstairs to the kitchen.

The kitchen staff were glad to see her. "Little Alyson? You've grown into quite the young lady." The head cook smiled heartily, "Come to help out again?"

"Yes, I have. What do you need help with, Chef Hallas?" Alyson looked at the various trays of food that covered on the counters.

Chef Hallas was a half elven man who had an exceptional talent for making exquisite meals. After he traveled to the Realm's various city states and learned different cuisines. He pointed over to the breads, fruit platters. "You can take either one of them out to the dining area, Alyson. You'll be able to see where they need to be at."

The elementalist walked over to the fruit plate and grabbed it by the handles carefully taking it out to the dining area. She found the spot where Chef Hallas mentioned and placed it on the table. This place brought back memories, memories of her trying like hell to hide from a certain someone wanting her to be fitted for a dress and she wasn't having any of it that day. She snickered to herself, it was crazy with staff scrambling everywhere to find an eight year old child who just rather go swimming or play with the other kids in the city that day.

"Alyson! Is that really you?" Came the voice of a man, who she remembered a teen in training to be as as an acolyte of Bahamut. "It's me, Jonas. Wow! Are you sure that you and I can't be more than just friends?"

Alyson turned around with a raised eye brow, "Still trying to hit on me? I was a kid and you were a teenager. Two, The Bronze Man always kept you in check with those over active hormones of yours. Have you not found someone who's like you or similar?"

"Sort of! But no one compares to you, Alyson. I mean absolutely no one. You're hot as hell!" Jonas grinned walking over to her.

The elementalist moved around to the opposite side of the large banquet table and kept him at a distance. "You can't handle me, Jonas. You simply don't have the right skill set, and besides, I doubt you would able to stand your ground against, Venger."

"Venger? The dark lord." He boasted confidently trying to get near her again, "He would tremble before the might of Bahamut!"

Alyson rolled her eyes at him and moved to the far side of the table near the kitchen entrance, "And at the first sign of danger, you would tuck your 'tail' between your legs and run away like last time. You're all talk and no action."

Chef Hallas heard the tale end of the conversation between Alyson and Jonas. He walked over to see what was going on, "Oy! Jonas, get moving with your errands, boy! That was not a request. Leave Alyson alone, or I will be glad to have Captain Martuk come down and remind you again what it means to be a true follower of Bahamut! Now get!"

Jonas scowled as he left the lighthouse but the chef was right and he didn't want to hear another lecture from Knight-captain Martuk again.

Alyson let out a sigh of relief to Chef Hallas, "Thank you. I thought he'd never leave. It is me or is he just a bit creepier than before?"

"If you mean he's gotten to be more of a pest, then yes. And it's not just you he makes advances on either." Chef Hallas shrugged, "come on, I've got more food platters that need to be brought out."

Alyson went into the kitchen grabbing the bread bin with utensils and brought it out to the dining area placing it where it needed to when she heard multiple familiar voices pop in the lobby.