The dwarven woman climbed on a crate behind the bar. She smiled at the shield maiden, "Welcome back, young lady. And what is your question?"

"I heard that you don't like fairies," Serna began, "I even heard that your Beholder once almost ate one of them. Why don't you like fairies?"

The dwarven woman raised an eyebrow at the child, "Magic brings trouble. This place to feed, entertain and let people sleep hence the sign behind me. No Magic Allowed. Two, you obviously haven't had and or heard of the bad blood between dwarves and elves. That includes the fae. The old magic is scary stuff. Just leave it be. Perhaps you should ask him yourself, young one."

"I can understand not allowing magic here," Serna admitted, "This is your place of business after all. But I didn't know you didn't like elves too. And yet you serve them meals and drinks every day. Why?"

The White Beholder floated out into the room and behind the bar, "Well, well, well, if isn't the Disturber of the Peace. Harharhar! Fairies taste really good and they're nice and juicy!"

"You eat them?!" Serna gasped, "Why? Do you eat them because they taste good or do you eat them just to be mean?"

Caliaphy didn't move a muscle. She was literally mortified when the beholder came out.