The bell above the door jingles with too cheerful a sound for the mood between the two visitors, but Milyn looks up from her ledger at the counter with a polite smile anyway, ready to greet. When she sees it's not kedanese clients but the two Foreigners, the smile of a proprietor evolves into one much wider. She hasn't had much call to cross paths with the Foreigners, especially since the public forum, nor they with her.

"Hello!" she greets them. "Come in, come in. How have you been? Why such the long faces, dears? Oh, but you look like you could do with some cheering up. Would you like something to drink? I have a very excellent tamal root infusion that should pick you right up."